LIBRARY 

OF  THE 

UNIVERSITY  OF  CALIFORNIA. 

GIFT  OF 
THE   FAMILY  OF   REV.   DR.  GEORGE   MOOAR 


a 


f  IEW  ©P  RQSB 


BY 


MINNIE    HANNAH    PECK 


I  am  the  rose  of  Sharon  and  the  lily  of  the  valleys." 

—Sol.  Song  it:  /. 


Whoso  offereth  praise  glorifieth  Me." 

-Ps.  l:23- 


SAN  FRANCISCO  : 
PRINTED   FOR  THE  AUTHOR. 

1893. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1893,  by 

MINNIE  HANNAH  PECK, 
In  the  office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington . 


PREFACE. 


My  main  object  in  publishing  this  little  work  is  to  leave  a  testi- 
mony to  what  God  has  manifested  to  me  of  his  free  and  precious 
grace.  It  is  not  expected  that  the  masses  will  even  take  it  up  to 
carelessly  lay  it  aside  again.  But  it  is  written  for  the  one  or  two, 
here  and  there,  who  are  "poor  in  spirit,"  who  are  "meek  and 
lowly,"  and  who  may,  in  answer  to  my  prayer,  find  some  word 
of  solace,  hope  or  encouragement  to  urge  them  onward  in  their 
pilgrim  journey.  A  desire  to  put  myself  in  a  true  position  has 
given  me  an  autobiographical  impulse,  and  caused  me  also  to 
mention  some  facts  which  otherwise  would  have  been  left  out. 

I  have  also  mentioned  the  names  of  many  with  whom  I  have 
been  connected  or  associated.  This  also  arose  from  a  desire  to  be 
real  with  them,  and  because  my  heart  reached  out  after  them, 
desiring  something  as  permanent  for  them  as  for  myself,  and  that 
we  altogether  might  add  something  to  the  present  need  of  real 
personages  in  abiding  truths.  I  now  commit  this  little  volume, 
with  all  I  have  and  am,  to  our  precious  Jesus,  praying  God  to 
overrule  all  for  His  glory. 

M.  H.  P. 


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CONTENTS. 


PART  I. 

PAGE 

Early  Recollections i 

Story  of  Her  Salvation 3 

A  Sacred  Poem 5 

Early  Training 5 

Ed  ucati  on 6 

Pride 7 

Gold 8 

The  Colleges 9 

My  Two   Requests 10 

Our  Wedding 12 

Scenes  in  School 14 

Another  Scene  of  Death 15 

Sorrow's  Gleanings  16 

"Home  Again" 17 

He  Was  Not  a  Christian 20 

Another  Wedding -. 20 

The  Dark  Clouds  Were   Gathering 25 

It  Was  the  Prayer  of  Faith 28 

A  Presentiment 30 

A  Glorious  Fulfillment 31 

Seeking  Opportunity  To  Do  Good 32 

Atonement 32 

Pneumonia 33 

Financial   Trouble 34 

Coming   Events 36 

Another  Startling  Event 37 

Murder  of  Our  Dear  Brother  Samuel 38 

Effie's   Recovery 40 


CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

Sorrowing  and  Rejoicing 41 

Praying  without  Ceasing 43 

"The  Property  is  Yours" 45 

Interview  with  My  Attorney 45 

Wedlock 46 

The  View  of  Roses 47 

Holiness   Unto  the  Lord 48 

Battles  for  Eternal  Life 49 

Joining  the  Church 50 

Sunday  School  5o 

The  Revival 5i 

Hungering  and  Thirsting  After  Righteousness 52 

Departure  for  the  East 53 

Seeking  Jesus 55 

Two  Incidents 57 

Holiness 58 

Come    Believing 59 

Revelations  of  the  Spirit 62 

The  Holy  Ghost  Teaching  Me 64 

The  First  Lesson 65 

The  Second  Blessing 68 

Baptism  of  the  Holy  Ghost 69 

The  Fire 72 

Gethsemane 72 

A  "Word"    Lesson 73 

Psalm    CXXI 73 

Isaiah  LIV 74 

The  Fast 76 

Temptations 76 

Imtnanuel 79 


CONTENTS.  Vll 


PART  II. 

PAGE 

Work  for  Jesus 81 

Street  Work 83 

Visiting  Slums 84 

Saloons  Visited 85 

Visiting  from  House  to  House „ 86 

Church  Services 87 

Correspondence 88 

Persecution 88 

Explanation 89 

Revival  in  the  Pastor's  Absence 90 

Testi  mony 91 

At  Work 93 

Down  at  the  Cross 94 

Another  Holiness   Revival 95 

The  Work  Spreading 97 

Cries  for  Help 99 

Missionaries   in  Nevada 100 

;<  Come  Unto  Me" 101 

Fifty  Miles   by  Stage  After  Night 102 

Battl  e  Song 1 04 

Visiting  All  Denominations 105 

Public  Morals 106 

Reno  and  All  Nevada 107 

In  San  Francisco « 108 

Cottage  Meetings  in  Reno  109 

The  Jail  in  Reno 109 

Hospital  for  the  Poor no 

Tract  Boxes no 

Definite  Meetings  for  Holiness in 

Children's  Meetings  in  Reno 112 

The  Children 114 

The  Warfare  Against  Sin 115 

Visiting  the  Sick 116 

Another  Case....  ..  118 


CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

One  More  Visited "9 

Hospitality 121 

Separation 123 

Seeking  Salvation  for  Relatives 124 

A  Seven  Months'  Tour 126 

Holiness 129 

The  Vanguard 129 

Camp  Meetings 133 

Sanctification i.lS 

Class  Meetings 136 

"Go  Ye" 137 

At  My  Mother-in-law's 137 

Across  the   Continent 139 

More  Notes  on  the  Way 141 

Testimony 144 

A  Call  from  Missionaries 145 

Holiness  Literature 146 

"The  Guide  to  Holiness" 147 

Eternity 147 

God's  Word 147 

Strength  of  Muscle 148 

Salvation  Army 149 

''Captain  of  the  Hosts  of  the  L,ord  " 149 

Robed   and   Resting 151 

Jesus  Calls , 152 

The  Two    Blessings 153 


PART 


EARLY  RECOLLECTIONS. 

Y  FIRST  recollections  are  concerning 
divine  things, — the  hallowed  associations 
which  cluster  around  the  worship  of 
the  living  God,  whom  I  learned  even 
in  my  childhood  to  reverence  and  fear. 
Those  scenes  which  impressed  me  most  were  the  atten- 
dance of  meetings  for  worship  by  my  father  and  mother 
and  myself  with  a  few  country  people,  who  met  in  a  log 
meeting-house  near  my  father's  farm.  The  distance  to 
be  walked  was  over  a  mile,  through  fields  and  woods, 
over  a  swollen  stream,  crossed  on  a  foot-bridge  of  some 
long  rails.  The  ministers  who  conducted  these  meet- 
ings were  the  early  Methodist  pioneers,  the  name  of 


2  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

Raper  being,  perhaps,  the  most  prominent.  Some  United 
Brethren,  also  of  great  zeal,  preached  at  this  point.  In 
going  to  and  coming  from  this  little  log  house,  with  its 
board  seats  and  high  box  pulpit,  my  steps  often  grew 
weary,  and  my  father's  strong  hand  held  mine  more 
firmly,  and  sometimes  he  took  me  in  his  loving  arms 
and  made  me  feel  a  security  and  rest  which  I  remember 
well ;  and  the  sweet  old  choruses, 

"  Only  let  me  die  happy," 

and 

"  Canaan,  sweet  Canaan, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan," 

would  soothe  me  to  sleep  oftimes  before  we  reached  our 
home, — a  large  two-story  frame  house  in  the  center  of  a 
lovely  lawn  studded  with  shrubs  and  flowers,  beside  a 
lovely  garden,  the  fragrant  herbs  of  which  I  e'en  yet 
breathe  in.  O,  those  glory  days  of  sweet,  sweet  child- 
hood nourished  by  Christian  parents  under  the  wing  of 
the  Heavenly  Dove.  My  mother,  O,  my  precious  mother, 
how  hallowed  her  memory  now,  though  more  than  fifty 
years  have  fled  since  then,  and  for  sixteen  years  she  has 
lain  under  the  beautiful  green  sward  of  an  Ohio  cemetery. 
Her  two  first  children  preceded  her  in  infancy  to  the 
better  world,  and  then  a  brother  older  than  I,  my  con- 
stant companion  and  protector  in  play  in  our  tender 
years.  We  were  the  objects  of  her  tender  solicitude  to 
train  up  for  God.  While  young  she  was  wont  to  tell  us 


THE    VIE  W  OF  ROSES.  3 

sweet  stories  for  our  good  ;  but  the  one  I  remember  best 
is  the 

STORY  OF  HER  SALVATION. 

Her  father  died  when  she  was  very  young,  and  her 
mother,  said  to  be  most  beautiful,  but  not  a  Christian, 
married  a  profane  man.  There  were  three  sisters  of  them. 
My  mother's  name  was  Priscilla, — a  dear  old  Gospel 
name.  When  she  neared  womanhood  the  Methodists 
began  holding  meetings  in  their  neighborhood  at  the 
residence  of  Mr.  Christman,  a  man  of  great  piety  ;  and 
mother  and  her  sisters,  Mary  and  Matilda,  attended ; 
and  mother  and  Matilda  gave  their  hearts  to  God,  my 
mother  saying  that  she  took  the  step  for  life, — to  be  a 
permanent  espousal  to  Christ. 

The  next  morning  after  she  joined  the  Church  her 
stepfather  in  a  rage  came  to  where  she  was  baking  buck- 
wheat cakes  for  breakfast,  by  an  old-fashioned  fireplace, 
and  raising  his  foot  kicked  the  pan  of  batter  over,  and 
then  running  to  the  other  sister,  who  was  spinning  wool, 
snatched  the  distaff  from  its  place  and  threw  it  down 
from  the  high  hill  upon  which  the  house  stood.  The 
sister,  being  the  unsaved  one,  told  him  that  if  he  wanted 
the  distaff  he  could  go  and  get  it ;  she  would  not  ;  and 
then  my  mother,  having  adjusted  the  pan  of  batter,  went 
with  joyful  heart  to  the  bottom  of  the  hill  and  procured 
the  distaff  and  brought  it  to  its  place.  So  much  for 
Christian  grace. 


4  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

This  ended  the  scene  of  anger  for  that  time.  He  tried 
in  every  way  to  get  Priscilla,  his  favorite  stepdaughter, 
to  give  up  the  meetings  and  dear  old  father  Raper's 
preaching,  and  at  one  time  came  to  her  after  one  of  the 
grand  old  meetings  had  just  ended  and  threw  a  cup  of 
water  in  her  face,  saying,  "I  baptize  you,"  etc.,  using 
a  profane  sentence.  None  of  these  things  moved  the 
saved  young  girl.  She  knew  Him  whom  she  believed. 
As  mother  grew  to  womanhood  her  stepfather  longed 
to  mate  her  with  one  of  his  own  sons, — Mordecai 
Crockett, — but  mother  had  seen  and  loved  at  first  sight 
a  young  man,  a  neighbor,  by  the  name  of  Daniel  Oakes, 
and  to  him  she  soon  pledged  her  loving  heart. 

Now  these  were  trying  times,  for  he  was  not  a  Chris- 
tian, yet  she  determined  he  soon  should  be  ;  and  her 
prayers  were  speedily  answered,  and  they  wended  their 
way  heavenward  together,  and  were  married,  though  not 
at  home,  as  that  was  refused  them,  and  a  sister  then 
married  made  them  a  merry  wedding  ;  and  from  there 
they  went  to  my  mother's  farm,  given  by  her  grand- 
father Freeman,  where  soon  my  father  erected  a  com- 
modious house,  which  was  at  once  opened  for  the  recep- 
tion of  ministers  of  the  Gospel  of  Jesus  Christ.  A  hal- 
lowed home  it  was  to  little  Samuel  and  Hannah,  with 
their  love  of  the  meetings,  and  the  preacher's  visits, 
with  the  singing  and  praying  and  kind  words  and 
pleasant  stories,  where  thrift  and  neatness  and  plenty 
prevailed,  with  all  hands  joining  in  honest  toil. 


THE    VIE  W  OF  ROSES.  5 

SACRED  POEM. 

"  Salvation,  O,  thou  joyful  sound, 

What  pleasure  to  our  ears, — 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

Salvation,  let  the  echo  fly, 

The  spacious  earth  around  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

Salvation,  O,  Thou  bleeding  Lamb, 

To  Thee  the  praise  belongs  ; 
Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts, 

And  dwell  upon  our  tongues." 

EARLY  TRAINING. 

My  brother  and  I  were  sent  to  the  common  school 
near  home  until  we  quite  finished  the  common  branches 
of  study.  How  merrily  our  school  days  passed  under 
sunny  skies  or  over  snowy  paths  as  we  wended  our  way 
with  books  and  dinner-pail.  Early  and  late,  year  in  and 
year  out,  the  lessons  were  learned  and  said  ;  and  then 
our  tasks  at  home  performed — his,  the  chopping  of  the 
wood  and  bringing  up  the  cows  and  other  chores  ;  and 
mine,  the  sewing  and  knitting  and  the  washing  of  the 
dishes,  with  the  cheery  little  mother  in  the  lead.  One  by 
one  three  more  dear  ones  came  into  the  family,  Effie  and 
Isadora  and  Willie,  and  these  in  turn  joined  hands  in  the 


6  THE    VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

happy  home  circle  of  willing  and  useful  workers,  trained 
in  hand  and  head  and  heart. 

EDUCATION. 

Younger  and  less  spiritual  preachers  took  the  place  of 
the  older  itinerants,  and  with  them  new  ideas  sprang  up 
voicing  the  spirit  of  the  more  prosperous  times  of  the 
United  States  of  America.  Then  the  cry  of  "Educate, 
educate,"  ringing  all  along  the  line  of  the  homesteads 
in  the  Miami  Valley,  chimed  in  with  the  merry  din  and 
rush  of  the  farmer's  toil ;  and  the  two  caused  the  morn- 
ing and  evening  prayers  at  the  home  altar,  with  the 
sacred  melody  of  happy  songs,  to  come  irregularly.  Alas  ! 
Alas  !  to  my  mother's  sorrow.  She  took  up  afresh  what 
she  had  planned  for  us, — an  education.  Added  to  this, 
the  making  of  money,  to  my  already  prosperous  father, 
proved  a  snare ;  and  now  the  shadows  were  thrown 
across  the  family  hearth.  Yet  there  was  one,  the  patient, 
loving  mother,  who  stood  firm  to  the  principles  of  truth 
and  purity.  My  brother  was  sent  to  College  Hill,  Cin- 
cinnati, and  I  to  Springfield  Female  College.  Here  vain 
wisdom  began  to  fill  our  minds.  My  brother  had  made 
no  profession  of  religion,  but  at  nine  years  I  became  a 
member  of  the  Methodist  Church  and  carried  my  letter 
of  probation  to  High  Street  M.-E.  Church,  next  door 
to  the  college,  and  soon  was  admitted  and  baptized  by 
sprinkling,  by  Brother  John  Marlay  of  the  Cincinnati 


THE    VIEW  OF  ROSES.  7 

Conference.  By  this  time  I  was  so  cold,  spiritually,  that 
the  dressing  of  my  hair  for  the  occasion  seemed  to  quite 
fill  my  mind.  O  !  Those  were  dangerous  days.  How- 
ever, the  habits  formed  could  not  be  quite  lost  sight  of, 
and  so  I  prayed  nightly  and  in  the  morning,  and  read 
the  word  of  God,  and  believed,  intellectually  at  least,  that 
I  was  a  child  of  God — attending  class  and  prayer  meet- 
ings regularly,  and  speaking  of  truth  but  living  it  in 
works,  and  that  very  poorly  I  fear. 

PRIDE 

crept  in.  Soon  I  was  longing  to  gratify  my  love  of  self 
and  selfish  adornments.  More  and  more  the  worldly 
wisdom  came  in,  and  more  and  more  the  once  simple 
and  child-like  faith  went  out.  The  music  was  delightful 
and  improved  in  ;  but  the  songs  were  not  of  the  kind 
which  could  be  sung  in  the  name  of  the  lyord,  or  the 
kind  which  thrilled  my  young  heart ;  yet  I  went  on  sing- 
ing them  all  the  same.  And  then  when  vacations  came, 
and  the  piano  and  my  brother's  return  with  the  violin 
in  hand, — and  he  a  skillful  player, — O,  then,  with  him, 
dear  boy,  it  was  the  dance  and  society  not  in  keeping 
with  that  of  our  dear  parents'  teaching.  With  me, 
though  that  was  forbidden,  yet  other  things  as  evil  crept 
in  ;  and  I  was  a  cold  and  wandering  girl,  formal  and 
superficial,  proud  of  my  face  and  attainments.  In  time 
the  younger  ones  were  sent  off  to  grand  schools,  and  all 


8  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

in  a  whirl  we  as  a  family  were  going  back  from  God,  as 
far  as  a  real  vital  life  was  concerned ;  and  dress  and 
culture  took  the  place  of  the  dear  simple  faith  of  child- 
hood's days.  My  heart  aches  as  I  write  these  things, 
and  my  memory  falls  upon  other  evils  not  to  be  writ- 
ten, as  they  are  canceled  by  the  precious  blood  of  Christ. 
Hallelujah  ! 

GOLD. 

In  the  midst  of  this  backsliding  my  father,  with  a 
company  of  worldly  men,  traveled  overland  to  California 
in  search  of  health  and  gold.  These  were  trying  days  to 
my  mother  and  her  little  ones.  A  house  was  built  in  the 
village  near  by,  and  there  we  lived  until  father's  return. 

Happily  for  us  he  was  only  away  for  one  year ;  his 
speedy  return  being  an  experiment  for  life,  as  his  physi- 
cians bade  him  return  by  water  at  once,  as  a  remedy, — 
the  last  and  only  one  they  thought.  By  this  time 
the  lodge  had  claimed  my  father  as  a  member, — this  the 
first  thing,  perhaps,  which  made  a  way  for  him  to  be 
absent  from  his  family  at  night.  It  led  to  sorer  tempta- 
tions, and  the  only  redeeming  feature  of  his  membership 
in  the  Masonic  order  was  reached  as  he  left  the  wharf 
and  entered  the  vessel  which  bore  him  down  the  Pacific 
and  up  the  Atlantic  to  New  York  ; — his  brother  Masons 
filled  his  pockets  with  gold. 

Reports  of  his  death  often  filled  mother's  heart  with 
sorrow  and  her  eyes  with  tears,  but  she  took  them  with 


THE    VIE  W  OF  ROSES.  9 

her  little  ones  to  God  in  prayer ;  and  in  a  dream  one 
night,  thrice  repeated,  she  was  made  certain  of  his  return, 
which  came  to  pass  the  following  day,  producing  great 
joy  to  the  reunited  family.  To  our  mother's  memory 
be  it  said,  that,  whatever  our  waverings  may  have  been, 
her  trust  in  God  never  seemed  to  lag,  and  she  ever  pro- 
fessed her  faith  in  Him  both  at  home  and  in  the  meet- 
ings, yet  often  feeling  and  owning  our  disobedience  and 
unfaithfulness. 

THE  COLLEGES. 

Were  they  not  Christian  ?  O,  yes  !  at  least  so-called  ; 
but  the  real  sins  and  the  unreal  service,  where  could  it 
end  but  in  spiritual  failure  and  certain  success  to  Satan's 
kingdom,  at  least  for  the  time  being  ?  To  tell  of  the 
flirting  of  the  presidents  and  the  jealousy  of  their  wives, 
which  we  at  first  doubted  and  afterward  knew  of,  I 
would  blush  as  much  now  to  relate  as  I  then  feared 
to,  and  we  children  looking  to  them  as  our  guides 
in  spiritual  things.  Their  preaching  and  reading  at 
chapel  service  sadly  lacked  the  sweet,  sweet  charm  of 
the  pure  Gospel  as  heard  and  realized  in  the  old  log 
church.  Where  are  you  drifting  ?  Answer  the  ques- 
tion in  the  light  of  God's  blessed  word  and  by  the  power 
of  the  Holy  Ghost. 

Christian  parents,  be  careful  how  you  send  your  children 
away  from  home.  Mrs.  Booth,  in  4<  Practical  Religion," 
writes :  "  The  training  God  requires  is  a  moral  training  : 


io  THE   VIE  W  OF  ROSES. 

the  inspiring  of  the  child  with  the  love  of  goodness, 
truth  and  righteousness,  and  leading  him  to  its  practice 
and  exercise  in  all  the  duties  and  emergencies  of  life. 
Now  any  parent  can  do  this  if  only  she  has  the  grace 
of  God  in  her  heart  and  will  take  the  trouble.  Training 
a  child  in  the  way  he  shall  go  does  not  necessarily  imply 
a  scholastic  training."  To  my  notion  there  is  more 
necessity  of  getting  the  home  righted  than  any  other 
place  in  the  world.  There  is  more  hope  of  succeeding  in 
moral  and  spiritual  life  according  as  parents  obtain  God's 
grace,  and  then  lead  their  children  by  their  own  responsi- 
ble positions  directly  to  God,  they  themselves  making 
the  best  use  of  the  supreme  influence'  God  has  given 
them  over  their  children.  In  modern  schools  there  is, 
to  be  sure,  much  truth,  but  it  is  so  closely  woven  in 
with  error  that  scarcely  one  in  a  thousand  can  escape 
the  delusion,  and  prevent  being  engulfed  sooner  or  later 
in  the  most  deathly  moral  corruption. 

Our  college  days  ended  by  my  brother's  craze  for  the 
golden  land  and  my  utter  repugnance  of  a  wolf  in 
sheep's  clothing, — the  president  of  the  Springfield  Female 
College. 

MY  Two  REQUESTS. 

While  a  child  I  felt  a  desire  to  teach  school  when  I 
grew  up  ;  and  if  I  ever  married  he  should  be  a  minister 
of  the  gospel.  These  desires  were  realized.  The  first 
vacation  after  I  left  the  Springfield  Female  College  I 


THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES.  n 

returned  one  evening  from  the  postoffice  and  found  a 
strange  gentleman  in  the  parlor.  Mother  introduced 
him  to  me,  "  Sylvanus  Hover  of  the  M.-E.  Church,  just 
graduated  from  Delaware  University,  to  be  teacher  in 
our  school  the  coming  year. ' '  At  first  I  was  not  pre- 
possessed in  his  favor,  but  strange  to  say,  during  the  fol- 
lowing winter,  by  an  unusual  Providence  which  had 
united  us  in  friendship,  we  were  fully  launched  on  the 
sea  of  an  all-absorbing  love.  He  boarded  at  my  father's 
house,  and  proved  to  be  the  most  spiritual-minded  man 
we  had  formed  the  acquaintance  of  for  years.  His  in- 
fluence was  felt  in  our  home,  and  the  family  altar  was 
once  more  set  up.  He  was  then  preparing  for  the  min- 
istry, and  was  soon  after  admitted  in  the  North  Indiana 
Conference,  where  he  remained  till  sickness  gave  him  a 
superannuated  relation  to  that  body.  At  or  near  the 
close  of  his  school  year  with  us  we  were  walking  in  a 
lovely  grove  near  by,  and  there  we  plighted  our  love,  and 
knelt  while  he  prayed  God's  blessing  upon  our  engage- 
ment. Another  year  of  teaching  in  the  South,  just  at 
the  beginning  of  the  Civil  war,  brought  to  us  our  first 
sorrow.  Our  letters  were  intercepted.  His  politics  were 
demanded,  and  he  was  commanded  peremptorily  to  leave 
Kentucky,  which  he  did  in  defense  of  his  life.  Another 
term  of  teaching  and  preparation  and  he  was  admitted  ; 
and  still  two  years  passed  by  ere  our  vows  were  con- 
summated by  marriage.  These  were  times  of  fidelity 
testing.  I  teaching  in  Ohio,  Civil  war  raging,  and  the 


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long  separation  from  one  whom  I  have  since  learned  to 
know  I  loved  more  than  I  did  the  God  to  whom  I  daily 
prayed,  and  of  whom  I  constantly  testified  in  the  class 
meetings.  I  desired  and  was  seeking  my  Saviour,  but 
had  allowed  an  idol  to  come  between.  The  sin  of  this  I 
little  dreamed  of  at  the  time,  so  absorbed  was  I  with 
thoughts  of  the  absent  loved  one.  In  the  mean  time  I 
was  working  up  a  reputation  as  teacher  in  the  common 
schools,  and  in  the  Sunday  school,  and  seemed  to  be 
growing  in  grace, — so  thought  of  by  others. 

OUR  WEDDING. 

On  the  1 5th  of  April,  1862,  a  beautiful  evening  in- 
deed, with  all  the  loveliness  of  early  spring-time,  our 
father's  house  was  adorned  and  well  supplied  with  wed- 
ding guests  and  wedding  festivities.  A  loaded  table  in 
the  dining  hall.  Two  happy  pair  stepped  from  an  ad- 
joining room  into  the  center  of  a  spacious  parlor,  and 
Brother  Robinson  of  the  Cincinnati  Conference  pro- 
nounced Sylvanus  Hover  and  Minnie  H.  Oakes  man  and 
wife,  all  reverently  kneeling  in  prayer.  Congratulations 
over,  supper  ended,  and  music  preluded  by  ' '  The  Star 
Spangled  Banner"  floated  out  on  the  ears  of  a  merry 
throng  of  loving  friends.  But  alas  !  The  look  of  death 
was  there,  and  an  old  friend  of  our's,  an  aged  lady, 
saw  it  in  the  eyes  and  in  the  sunken  chest  of  the  young 
husband,  in  whose  lungs  lay  that  latent  dread  disease, 


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consumption.  The  happy  party  took  their  loving  fare- 
wells, and  the  bridal  party  their  tour  to  the  new  field  of 
labor,  and  soon  were  busy  workers  in  the  various  churches 
of  New  Paris  circuit.  These  services  on  my  part  were  so 
heartless  and  formal  as  in  these  after  years  to  cause  me 
to  shudder  on  account  of  the  spiritual  danger  I  passed  so 
unconsciously  at  the  time.  During  the  first  year  the  fell 
typhoid  laid  my  dear  idol  very  low,  and  ten  long  weeks 
of  watching  him  with  bated  breath  brought  me  down 
also  with  the  same  malady.  We  were  praying,  and  God 
was  answering  by  the  only  means — chastisement — which 
could  awaken  or  prepare  us  to  know  and  live  with  Him. 
We  both  slowly  recovered,  and  the  following  summer  our 
home  was  brightened  by  the  coming  of  a  dear  little  son, 
— Kddie, — who  proved  another  idol  for  a  few  short 
months,  when  the  Father  took  him.  In  these  later  years 
I  understand  that  scene  of  death,  as  he  lay  in  his  little 
crib  at  the  midnight  hour,  after  six  weeks  of  painful 
sickness,  and  just  before  he  breathed  his  last  looked 
with  bright  and  peaceful  look  of  holy  light  round  about 
upon  us  all,  each  at  a  time, — a  long  look  of  loving  fare- 
well. It  seemed  strange  and  unaccountable  to  us  at  the 
time  for  such  seeming  holy  intelligence  to  take  posses- 
sion of  a  child  ;  but  some  of  that  little  circle  have  since 
learned  that  it  was  the  revelation  to  him — dear  babe — of 
the  Holy  Jesus,  and  a  kingdom  made  pure  within  his 
baby  breast.  Glory  to  God  ! 


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SCENES  IN  SCHOOL. 

Soon  after  Eddie's  death  husband  and  I  repaired  to 
Rochester,  Ind.  He  took  the  principalship  of  the  Union 
School,  being  still  in  a  superannuated  relation  to  the 
conference,  and  I  assisted.  This  was  a  hard  field  for 
weak  and  weary  ones  just  out  of  such  scenes  of  trial. 
The  bad  discipline  of  the  school  and  the  unruliness  of 
some  of  the  pupils  can  be  illustrated  by  a  scene. of  horror 
which  neither  of  us  had  ever  witnessed  in  our  previous 
experience  as  teachers.  My  husband  undertook  to  re- 
prove Scott  Reynolds,  who  was  a  terror  in  the  com- 
munity, and  the  latter  at  once  threw  a  rock  and  struck 
him  on  the  temple,  causing  the  blood  to  stream  over  his 
face.  He  was  barely  able  to  step  to  my  door  adjoining, 
and  we  had  to  retire  to  our  room  across  the  way,  having 
dismissed  for  the  time.  The  affair  was  soon  settled  by 
the  expulsion  of  the  young  man.  Such  scenes  were 
more  than  one  breaking  down  in  health  could  endure, 
and  soon  my  dear  husband  was  lain  down  with  a  com- 
plication of  diseases.  By  his  wish  I  took  his  place  as 
principal,  and  conducted  the  school,  putting  an  advanced 
pupil  in  my  place.  This  however,  with  attending  him 
in  the  intervals  of  teaching,  was  too  much  for  me,  and 
before  four  months  of  the  school  year  had  passed  I,  too, 
had  resigned.  From  this  time  through  the  winter  the 
tolling  of  the  church  bell  near  by  was  about  the  only 
music  which  greeted  our  ears,  as  typhoid  carried  away 
one  or  more  out  of  many  families.  However,  we  escaped. 


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In  the  following  June  our  dear  mother  came  and  took  us 
home  with  her  to  Troy,  Ohio,  where 

ANOTHER  SCENE  OF  DEATH 

ensued.  In  three  weeks  more  of  pain  and  sorrow  he, 
too,  my  dear  husband,  left  us  to  join  little  Eddie  in 
Glory.  He  clung  to  life  almost  to  the  last,  desiring  to 
preach  the  Gospel  he  so  much  loved.  Many  had  been 
the  number  "  turned  to  righteousness"  even  in  his  short 
term  of  Christian  labor,  his  first  breaking  down  being 
in  the  midst  of  a  blessed  revival  on  New  Paris  circuit. 

The  Saturday  before  he  died  he  called  me  to  him  where 
he  sat  in  a  rocker  on  the  veranda  in  our  dear  old,  father's 
home,  and  said  :  "I  have  been  unwilling  to  give  you  up 
till  now  ;  sing — 

"  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  Thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  Thee." 

With  trembling  voice  and  tearful  eyes  I  complied  ;  and 
then  he  testified  to  me  that  all  was  surrendered,  and  he 
was  resigned  to  go.  The  next  Wednesday,  being  July 
1 3th,  he  repeated  with  great  difficulty  part  of  the  23d 
Psalm,  a  dear  friend  finishing  it  for  him.  About  3  P.  M. 
of  that  day,  as  friends  were  gathered  about  his  bed,  he 
motioned  me  to  lean  near  him.  He  whispered  :  "  Love 
the  Lord ;  trust  in  Jesus  ; ' '  and  peacefully  departed. 


16  THE    VIE  W  OF  ROSES. 

Oh  !  the  agony  of  that  hour  as  I  wrung  my  hands  and 
wept.  But  soon,  even  that  very  night,  I  took  hold  of 
God  by  faith  as  never  before.  A  sweet  consolation  came 
as  I  consecrated  myself  afresh  to  be  the  Lord's.  As  he 
lay  prepared  for  burial  the  next  evening  I  took  a  long 
look  at  his  peaceful  face,  and  said  aloud,  "We  will 
meet  again."  This  was  my  faith,  praise  God  !  as  my 
loved  one  was  swept  from  my  sight  and  lain  in  Rosehill 
Cemetery,  Troy,  Ohio.  Our  brother,  Cornelius  Hover, 
then  of  the  same  conference  with  us,  but  now  of  the 
Iowa  Conference,  joined  us  next  day  after  the  funeral, 
in  time,  at  least,  to  share  my  sorrow  and  comfort  my 
aching  heart. 

SORROW'S  GLEANINGS. 

To  draw  us  to  Him  in  closer  embrace, 

The  showers  of  sorrow  fall, 
"The  light  of  his  countenance"  on  our  face, 
The  storm  cloud  darkens  for  all. 

But  then  we  read  on  the  sacred  page, 
"  He  hath  borne  our  sorrows"  away  ; 
And  now,  while  His  words  my  thoughts  engage, 
The  darkness  recedes, — 'tis  day. 

There's  light  on  ahead,  I'll  never  turn  back, 
But  "believe  to  the  saving  of  my  soul ;" 

Our  Saviour  leads  on  in  this  narrow  track, 
And  like  Him  I'll  soon  reach  the  goal. 

O,  Jesus,  dear  Jesus,  pour  the  floods  of  glory  down  ; 
For  I'll  walk  in  the  light,  through  sorrow's  dark  night, 

And  receive  my  starry  crown. 


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HOME  AGAIN. 

My  parents  now  for  a  time  had  removed  from  the  farm 
and  were  living  in  Troy.  I  felt  out  of  place,  strange  to 
say,  and  soon  began  arrangements  to  begin  my  chosen 
profession, — teaching.  In  the  mean  time  working  in  the 
church,  especially  in  prayer  and  Sunday  school,  the  lat- 
ter as  teacher.  My  class  of  young  ladies — dear  to  me — 
though  only  four  in  number,  vying  with  the  largest 
classes  of  older  persons  in  giving  missionary  money, 
often  getting  in  ahead  at  the  last  moment,  after  hearing 
reports  from  their  classes.  These  were  days  of  sore 
mourning  for  the  two  dear  ones  ;  and  I  failed  of  comfort 
in  the  various  church  socials.  At  this  time  my  heart 
longed  for  more  solid  comfort.  Indeed,  I  cannot  remem- 
ber the  time  when  I  did  not  possess  a  longing  for  some- 
thing satisfying  in  the.  far-off  distance.  In  a  short  time  I 
repaired  with  a  dear  young  friend,  Nellie  M.  Gaylord, 
— afterward  Mrs.  Forbes,  missionary  to  Africa, — to 
Pittsburg  Female  College  to  review  and  prepare  for  more 
advanced  teaching.  Never  can  I  forget  the  keen  sorrow 
which  filled  my  heart  as  I  once  more  found  myself  in 
school  as  a  pupil  with  ladies  mostly  younger  than  myself. 
Oh!  the  agony  as  the  reality  of  hopes  so  suddenly 
blighted  took  hold  upon  me.  It  was  too  deep  for  tears  ; 
and  a  sadness  too  palpable  to  deny  stole  over  every 
feature  of  my  countenance,  which  at  times  wrought  for 
me  a  deep  sympathy  from  the  most  careless  and  uncon- 
cerned. We  two,  Nellie  and  I,  were  seeking  spiritual 


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blessings  as  well  as  the  fading  wisdom  of  this  world,  and 
together  we  sought  the  Saviour  in  prayer,  the  study  of  the 
word,  attending  all  the  means  of  grace  at  Christ  M.-E. 
Church.  Soon  we  were  requested  to  take  classes  at 
Prospect  Mission  Sunday  School,  which  we  did,  having 
in  our  classes  children  living  in  ' '  dug-outs.' '  They 
seemed  wild  and  unruly ;  but  soon  the  sweet  salvation 
songs  quelled  them  into  calmness,  as  a  dear  little  converted 
Jew  brought  melody  from  the  organ.  A  flourishing 
school  we  had,  and  all  seemed  so  happy  sitting  in  the 
pretty  camp  stools  in  the  lovely  little  mission  church  on 
Prospect  Hill  every  Sunday  afternoon,  with  Florence 
Cramer,  a  wealthy  banker  of  Pittsburg,  acting  as  superin- 
tendent. I  can  yet  almost  hear  his  commanding  tones 
calling  out  to  "Sue,"  a  member  of  my  class,  to  bring 
her  to  order,  when  she  was  bent  on  removing  my  furs 
that  'she  might  the  better  examine  them.  However, 
our  many  "  works  of  righteousness  "  were  destitute  of  a 
charm,  I  have  since  found.  Hallelujah  !  I  often  wondered, 
as  I  read  the  joy  depicted  in  the  Bible, — the  joy  of  God's 
children,  — what  could  be  the  matter  with  us  all ;  and  a 
deep  sadness  sunk  my  heart  lower  and  lower  in  disap- 
pointment. Our  order  for  the  week  was  very  systematic, 
of  course.  On  Sunday,  chapel  service  in  college  first 
thing  ;  prayers  in  dining  hall  next,  class  at  Christ  Church 
following;  preaching  at  u  A.  M.  O,  such  grand  ser- 
mons, with  artistic  singing  and  pipe  organ.  Afternoon 
Sunday  school  at  the  mission ;  then  S.  S.  at  Christ 


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Church  ;  then  prayer  meeting  in  chapel,  and  preaching 
at  the  church  at  night.  O,  what  weary  bodies  and 
minds  we  had  on  Monday  morning.  ' '  The  way  of  the 
transgressor  is  hard."  On  Wednesday  night  prayer 
meeting  in  the  college,  and  the  whole  week  the  weary 
routine  of  studies  and  recitations.  My  life  was  somewhat 
varied,  as  I  was  often  appointed  monitor,  or  teacher,  to 
fill  some  one's  place,  or  to  escort  young  ladies  out  in  the 
city,  etc.  The  Holy  Spirit  evidently  led  dear  Nellie  and 
I  in  one  heart  and  in  one  way.  We  were  daily  learning 

to 

"  Cease  to  do  evil  and  learn  to  do  well." 

We  were  in  harmony  always,  and  held  together  in  love, 
aiding  each  other.  When  evil  reports  came  to  us  of  the 

undue  familiarity  of  Pres.  P ,  we  would  not  believe  it 

until  we  saw  for  ourselves,  and  then  our  hearts  were  pained 
beyond  measure,  as  we  had  raised  a  very  high  standard  of 
character  for  one  in  so  responsible  a  place.  From  that 
time  we  avoided  him,  which  he  seemed  to  feel  keenly. 

As  the  old  scenes  of  evil  "  flirtations  "  presented  them- 
selves as  before  at  Springfield  College,  my  very  heart 
revolted  ;  but,  as  before,  I  neither  had  power  nor  courage 
to  either  report  the  offender  or  to  speak  directly  to  him  of 
his  sin.  These  things  soon  discouraged  me  from  remain- 
ing, especially  as  a  dear  teacher  resigned  on  account  of 
these  things,  and  some  young  ladies  were  taken  away 
from  the  institution.  Having  stayed  some  two  years  I 
was  requested  to  take  the  position  of  preceptress  of  New 


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Carlisle  Academy  in  Indiana,  while  my  dear  room- male 
Nellie  taught  in  a  school  in  Pennsylvania.  At  this  time 
I  was  in  constant  reception  of  some  very  devoted  letters 
from  an  M.  D.  in  Indiana,  who  stood  high  in  medical 
circles  and  was  very  wealthy.  I  could  not  accept  him 
for  two  reasons  :  I  did  not  love  him,  and 

HE  WAS  NOT  A  CHRISTIAN. 

Furthermore,  I  had  made  up  my  mind  not  to  marry,  as 
my  memory  clung  to  the  dear  one  so  ruthlessly  torn  from 
me  ;  thus  I  continued  ever  to  brood  over  the  sorrow  of  my 
young  life.  But,  at  this  writing,  will  you  please  listen  to 

the  song  of  my  happy  heart  ?     It  is  this,  dear  reader  : 
t 

"  I'm  satisfied  with  Jesus  here. 

He's  everything  to  me  ; 
His  dying  love  has  won  my  heart, 
And  now  He  sets  me  free." 

I  am  so  glad  of  the  privilege  of  singing  this  little  testi- 
mony right  here.  Hallelujah  ! 

A  part  of  the  year  I  taught  in  the  school  named  with 
success,  but  as  the  attendance  was  small,  and  it  was  sup- 
ported by  tuition  fund  alone,  I  was  obliged  to  resign, 
having  been  using  my  own  means  to  support  me. 

ANOTHER  WEDDING 

called  me  to  Troy,  where  my  dear  sister — now,  I  trust,  in 
Heaven — was  married  to  Lieutenant  Ashworth.  From 


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there  I  visited  sister  Isadora,  then  in  Xenia  College,  for 
a  few  months,  as  a  parlor  boarder,  taking  a  course  of 
music.  Here  I  found  my  sorrow,  at  least  outwardly, 
wearing  away,  and  an  undercurrent  of  vanity  and  selfish 
love  stealing  down  deep  within  me ;  and  I  soon  left  the 
fashionable  society  into  which  I  was  brought  and  took 
the  principalship  of  Union  School,  in  Addison,  Ohio, 
where  I  remained  as  teacher  for  one  year ;  and  so  on  I 
continued  to  teach  for  a  space  of  time  running  about 
twenty  years  in  all,  ever  having  a  ' '  profession' '  of  religion, 
and,  as  it  were,  a  ' '  hope' '  only  of  Heaven  beyond  this 
world.  The  forms  were  strictly  adhered  to :  the  strict 
life,  carrying  my  Church  certificate  from  place  to  place, 
as  my  pastor  said  it  would  help  me  in  many  ways  tem- 
porally to  do  so.  I  can  now  look  back  and  see  the  decep- 
tion which  to  me  then  seemed  right  enough.  Satan  will 

"  Deceive  the  very  elect" 

if  possible.  Beware  of  this  ' '  deceiving  and  being  de- 
ceived." It  is  too  dangerous  to  be  tampered  with. 
These  are  now  the  ' '  perilous  times' '  spoken  of  by  the 
apostle.  O,  take  warning,  my  dear  reader,  and  "flee 
the  wrath  to  come."  The  history  of  my  blessed  release 
and  escape  will  come  later  on.  Be  patient. 

About  this  time  a  latent  hereditary  foe,  fanned  into 
flame  by  many  errors  of  life,  dress  and  neglect,  made  its 
appearance  in  the  form  of  deafness,  which  unfitted  me 
for  duty  as  a  teacher.  Thank  God  !  this  was  a  blessing 


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in  disguise,  which  led  me  to  my  dear  mother  and  the  dear 
old  homestead  where  my  parents  at  the  time  were  liv- 
ing, with  one  colored  servant  It  was  evident  that  dear 
mother's  health  was  declining,  and  I  was  detailed  as 
mistress  of  the  house.  Financial  troubles,  which  family 
pride  and  gratification  had  brought  on,  injured  dear 
father's  business  capacity,  and  involved  the  estate  in 
danger  if  not  overthrow.  My  brother  Samuel,  who  had 
made  frequent  visits  from  his  California  home,  had  once 
more  returned.  At  this  time  a  brother-in-law  became 
involved,  and,  as  father's  business  failures  were  not  gen- 
erally known,  his  name  on  a  note  was  gladly  accepted 
by  a  party  to  whom  brother-in-law  was  indebted.  At 
this  time  the  remaining  property  had  been  transferred 
to  my  brother.  This  led  to  great  trial,  especially  to  dear 
mother  and  I,  whose  conscience  revolted  at  such  meas- 
ures. We  heartily  expostulated  with  father  and  brother 
to  no  avail.  The  whole  family  seemed  wrecked  finan- 
cially, and  honesty  held  in  jeopardy,  with  the  usual  train 
of  misery  in  such  cases.  O,  how  sad  mother  and  I  were. 
We  had  lived  ahead  of  our  means,  and  unhappiness  was 
the  result.  For  two  long,  lonely  years  the  farm-work 
slowly  proceeded  with  little  income.  Mother's  health, 
through  sorrow,  still  declining,  and  my  nerves,  with  the 
cares  and  disappointments,  fairly  shattered.  The  old 
piano  held  its  place  in  the  large,  old-fashioned  parlor, 
hardly  ever  opened  by  me.  The  loud  "  Burdett  "  organ 
took  its  place  in  the  worship,  and  in  this  way  many  a 


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sorrow  took  its  flight  for  the  time,  as  with  self-abandon- 
ment I  poured  out  my  soul  to  God  in  holy  song,  longing 
for  the  power  of  those  words  of  praise  to  God ;  while  my 
dear  old  parents,  loving  the  solemn  strains,  gathered 
near  me  in  the  eventide  and  sang  with  heavy  hearts  as 
the  loneliness  of  old  age  crept  over  them  : 

"  Behold  the  record,  Lord  and  see, 

If  I  have  lived  this  day  for  Thee, 
And  where  I  fail,  O,  pardon  me  ! 
O,  pardon  me  !  O,  pardon  me  !". 

Thinking  dear  mother  would  be  benefited  by  a  jour- 
ney she  was  prepared  and  took  a  trip  to  Indiana,  accom- 
panied by  myself  a  part  of  the  way.  She  spent  some 
weeks  very  delightfully  with  her  sister  Matilda,  near 
where  dear  sister  Isadora  was  at  her  life-work — music 
teaching — since  her  graduation  from  Xenia  Female  Col- 
lege. At  the  close  of  the  visit  dear  sister  returned  home 
with  mother,  and  spent  most  of  the  time  of  the  remaining 
year  of  dear  mother's  life  with  us  at  home.  This  bright- 
ened up  the  old  home  some,  as  company  came,  and  sister 
was  more  happy  in  the  world,  and  spent  much  time 
driving  her  own  horse,  given  by  father,  in  which  pastime 
she  took  delight,  sometimes  getting  dear  mother  and  I 
to  share  her  favorite  recreation,  often  to  our  fears,  as 
"Bessie,"  the  little  black  mare,  took  spells  of  jumping 
to  one  side  very  suddenly,  my  sister  only  enjoying  such 
freaks,  priding  herself  in  horsemanship.  A  party  of 


24  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

friends  surprised  us  occasionally,  or  we  were  invited  out 
to  similar  places  of  social  resort,  and  in  this  way  the 
time  dragged  on.  We  attended  worship  on  Sundays  in 
the  village  near  by.  O,  the  formality  of  the  worship  ! 
Did  every  one  feel  it  as  we  did,  I  wonder !  I  doubt  it. 
My  dear  mother  and  I  were  dying  out,  and  held  some 
sweet  consultations,  and  she  assured  me  my  seeking  our 
Saviour  was  becoming  more  real  and  apparent  to  all. 
Our  Bibles  were  well  worn,  and  the  prayers  morning, 
noon  and  night,  and  all  along  in  between,  became  our 
chief  delight  and  comfort,  as  at  the  throne  of  grace,  in 
the  large  old  wardrobe  on  the  second  floor,  we  poured 
out  our  souls  to  God.  Dear  father  was  tried,  quiet  and 
weak,  but  often  drove  out,  and  sometimes  worked  a  little 
on  the  farm,  of  which  brother  had  charge.  The  pastimes 
of  the  latter  were  chiefly  the  violin  (with  which  he  had 
kept  time  for  many  a  dance  party  on  the  Pacific  Coast), 
accompanied  by  sister  Isadora  on  piano,  or  dear  brother 
Willie,  who  had  married  a  sweet  singer,  and  was  some- 
times found  visiting  at  the  old  farm  ;  and  he,  Willie, 
would  bring  up  his  part  on  cornet,  or  bass-viol,  while  a 
neighbor  boy  fond  of  the  art  brought  up  some  pleasant 
part  on  another  instrument.  Sometimes  when  we  re- 
turned from  church  the  instruments  were  all  going  in 
regular  orchestral  style ;  and  many  were  the  chidings 
dear  brother  received  from  us,  as  we  contended  for  the 
sanctity  of  the  Sabbath,  all  in  vain.  The  influence  of 
his  Western  life  of  freedom  seemed  to  harden  his  heart  to 


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all  those  tender  associations  which  clustered  around  his 
early  life  at  home. 

THE  DARK  CLOUDS  WERE  GATHERING. 

One  Saturday  night,  just  after  dear  brother  had  left  us 
for  California,  with  only  father,  mother,  sister  Isadora 
and  I  at  home,  dear  mother  fell  sick  at  once — danger- 
ously ill.  And  without  the  doctor's  aid,  I,  who  was  her 
constant  attendant  (Isadora  and  father  doing  the 
work),  diagnosed  that  awful  malady,  typhoid,  and  knew 
my  mother  could  not  rally  in  her  weak  state.  I  was  driven 
almost  to  distraction.  The  conflict  with  me  was  short 
and  sharp.  I  went  to  God  and  had  a  little  talk  with 
Him.  I  besought  Him  to  reconcile  me,  and  prepare  me 
with  strength,  which,  praise  His  dear  name,  He  did  at 
once ;  so  that  with  steady,  firm  and  unflinching  move- 
ment I  went  forward  ministering  to  her  in  this  time  of 
pain  and  anguish.  A  dear  Christian  doctor,  our  friend, 
did  all  in  his  power  by  prayer  and  by  medicine.  All 
possible  attention  was  given,  even  to  the  muffling  of  the 
door-bell,  that  she  might  be  kept  quiet.  The  fever  raged, 
and  at  times  she  begged  to  be  taken  to  the  cool  spring 
at  the  foot  of  the  hill  upon  which  the  house  stood  ;  or, 
perhaps,  for  a  time  her  mind  wandered.  O,  what  days 
of  painful  sick-room  scenes  were  these  !  But  Jesus,  dear 
Jesus,  was  there,  and  some  hearts  by  naked  faith  took  in 
that  rich  blessing  of  His  presence,  and  built  upon  the 


26  THE    VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

rock.  The  following  Sabbath,  dear  mother  feeling  better, 
father  and  sister  left  us  long  enough  to  attend  morning 
service  ;  and  during  this  time  the  Angel  of  the  Lord  en- 
compassed dear  mother  and  I  as  I  read  to  her  just  where 
she  had  left  off  in  her  Bible,  "  The  wise  woman  buildeth 
her  house  ;  ' '  and  we  felt  sweetly  assured  that  the  Lord 
had  builded  for  her,  and  we  were  comforted.  The  next 
night,  during  severe  pain,  I  repeated  to  her  these  words, 
' '  Now  faith  is  the  substance  of  things  hoped  for,  the 
evidence  of  things  not  seen."  She  from  that  time  took  a 
firmer  hold  upon  God,  and  thus  we  prayed  and  trusted 
together.  On  the  same  evening  she  said  to  sister  and  I, 
' '  Sing. ' '  Isadora  seated  herself  at  the  organ  in  sight 
of  dear  mother  from  the  adjoining  room  where  she 
lay,  and  we  opened  on  the  dear  hymn,  "  I  am  trusting 
Lord  in  Thee,"  and  sang  it  through  ;  and  at  the  closing 
verse, — 

"Jesus  comes;  He  fills  my  soul; 

Perfected  in  love  I  am; 
I  am  every  whit  made  whole; 

Glory,  Glory  to  the  Lamb." 

we  looked  toward  her  to  see  her  raised  up  in  bed,  and 
smiling  the  most  peaceful  smile  of  victory  and  joy  we  had 
ever  seen  upon  the  face  of  a  trusting  child  of  God.  She 
lay  back  upon  her  pillow  and  rested,  and  at  midnight  her 
holy  joy  had  increased  until  her  face  shown  with  holy 
light  too  deep  for  our  understanding  at  the  time;  but  as 
we  looked  wonderingly  upon  her,  and  then  at  each  other, 


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we  knew  it  was  the  blessing  of  God,  and  felt  a  precious 
sympathy  of  love  to  Him  and  to  our  dear,  departing 
mother.  On  and  on  we  ministered  night  and  day, 
until  one  evening  the  doctor  bade  me  go  to  my  room 
and  rest  for  the  night,  or  ' '  I  would  not  be  able  to  attend 
mother  any  more.  I  obeyed,  taking  a  dose  of  "nervine" 
which  he  ordered,  and  thus  was  enabled  to  be  with  her 
to  the  last.  The  day  before  she  died,  dear  sister  Effie, 
with  her  sweet  little  girl  Pearlie,  came  from  a  distant 
State  just  in  time  to  spend  a  day  and  night  with  mother. 
She  looked  her  recognition  with  pleasant  and  restful 
smiles,  unable  to  say  anything.  During  her  sickness  she 
called  at  times,  Oh!  so  longingly,  for  "  father,"  and  was 
satisfied  when  he  came  to  her  bedside,  but  sometimes 
said  sorrowfully,  ' '  Why  did  you  do  so  ?  "  We  thought 
she  referred  to  financial  interests,  and  was  grieved  to  leave 
things  so,  as  the  estate  came  by  her.  Dear  father  felt  it 
keenly,  no  doubt ;  but  the  bitter  cup  he  too  soon  was  also 
to  drink.  The  last  evening  friends  were  gathered  and 
sang  sweet  notes  of  salvation,  and  I  comforted  her  till  the 
last,  reminding  her  of  what  our  dear  Saviour  had  borne 
for  her,  and  exhorted  her  to  the  patient  endurance  unto 
the  end.  Slowly  and  shortly  came  the  breath  until  Sun- 
day morning  about  day-dawn,  and  the  freed  soul  plumed 
its  wings  and  soared  away  to  dwell  with  God.  This  was 
September  17,  1876.  This  was  the  last  I  remembered, 
and  friends  bore  me  from  a  sofa  where  I  sank  down,  rag- 
ing with  typhoid  fever,  to  my  room  above.  Only  one 


28  THE   VIE  W  OF  ROSES. 

scene  do  I  remember  till  the  crisis  was  passed.  A  friend 
raised  me  up  in  bed,  put  a  shawl  around  me,  and  I 
looked  at  my  side  and  saw  for  the  last  time  my  beautiful 
mother  in  a  robe  of  white  in  her  casket.  The  tuberoses 
filled  the  room  with  their  perfume,  and  the  pall-bearers 
with  the  white  crape  stood  at  my  feet.  This  lasted  but  a 
moment,  but  stamped  a  never  to  be  forgotten  memory. 
It  seemed  a  forerunner  of  a  pure  and  never-ending  meet- 
ing for  dear  mother  and  I  in  the  realm  beyond.  My  life 
hung  on  a  thread.  All  friends  had  despaired,  and  my 
dear  Doctor  Hartman  prayed,  and  owned  at  last 

IT  WAS  THE  PRAYER  OF  FAITH 

that  saved  me.  How  kind  he  was  to  me  ;  and  how  they 
cheered  my  heart,  the  doctor,  my  sister  Isadora  and  dear 
Anna  Ripley,  as  they  stood  by  my  bedside  the  hour  I 
came  to  consciousness  and  sang: 

"  Ring  the  bells  of  Heaven;  there  is  joy  to-day, 

For  a  soul  returning  from  the  wild. 
See,  the  Father  meets  her  out  upon  the  way, 

Welcoming  His  own  beloved  child. 
Glory!  Glory!  how  the  angels  sing  ; 

Glory!  Glory!  how  the  old  harps  ring. 
'Tis  the  ransomed  army,  like  a  mighty  sea, 
Pealing  forth  the  anthem  of  the  free." 

This  was  a  prelude  to  the  dear  life  coming,  and  a  result 
and  answer  to  prayer, — my  prayer  and  promise  to  God  as 


UNIVERSITY 

OF 


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I  lay  there  that  I  would  work  for  Him  if  He  restored  me, 
and  I  shouted  aloud  the  praises  of  God.  As  the  sickness 
had  been  short  and  dreadful,  so  the  convalescence  was 
slow  and  painful. 

Dear  brother,  who  came  the  day  of  mother's  death, 
remained  with  us  ;  and,  when  they  thought  a  change  of 
scene  would  do  me  good,  he,  though  himself  weak  from 
sickness  and  sorrow  at  the  loss  of  dear  mother,  took  me 
in  his  arms  and  carried  me  to  a  room  on  the  first  floor. 
And  there,  where  I  could  see  all,  —  but  the  one  dearest  of 
all,  —  my  heart  broke.  I  had  always  thought  this  would 
be  the  greatest  trial  of  my  life,  and  it  was  up  to  that 
time.  Here,  for  the  first  time,  I  realized  fully  my 
mother's  absence,  and  a  sadness  too  deep  for  tears  took 
hold  of  my  heart.  It  seemed  my  heart  was  expandi  ng 
and  pressing  out  of  the  membrane  which  surrounded  it, 
and  my  loud  groans  brought  every  one  within  hearing 
to  my  bed.  They  saw  what  it  was.  And  first  one  and 
then  another  tried  to  comfort  me,  and  failed,  until  I 
thought  I,  too,  should  die.  Then  dear  Willie  took  me  in 
his  arms,  and  with  tears  and  words  of  solace  touched  my 
heart.  My  tears  streamed  down,  bringing  the  needed 
relief.  Thank  God  ! 

They  were  all  very  kind  to  me,  and  a  young  friend, 
Preston  Miller,  came  in  often  and  sang  and  played  on 
my  favorite  instrument,  the  organ,  which  they  had 
rolled  into  my  room  for  this  purpose.  Often  I  joined 
him,  as  my  faith  took  hold,  and  though  not  seeing, 


30  THE   VIE  W  OF  ROSES. 

yet  believing,  I  poured  out  my  soul  in  praise  to  God, 
singing: 

"  Come  to  the  light,  'tis  shining  for  thee  ; 
Sweetly  the  light  hath  dawned  upon  me  ; 
Once  I  was  blind,  but  now  I  can  see. 
The  light  of  the  world  is  Jesus." 

Still  my  sorrow  seemed  unabated,  only  when  the  doctor 
came  in  and  spoke  so  sweetly  of  the  way  of  faith  in 
Jesus.  My  faith  for  my  own  personal  salvation  seemed  to 
be  prospective  rather  than  a  present  reality.  I  know  now 
that  this  was  my  greatest  lack  ;  but  I  know,  too,  that  at 
the  time  I  little  realized  the  truth  of  the  matter. 


A  PRESENTIMENT. 

One  afternoon,  being  left  alone,  I  thought  I  would  try 
to  drag  my  weak  limbs  to  the  parlor,  where  my  organ 
then  stood.  It  was  difficult  work.  By  taking  hold  of  a 
chair  or  door-knob  or  table,  or  anything,  in  fact,  along 
the  way,  I  helped  myself  to  the  seat,  sat  down  and  leaned 
my  head  on  the  music-board  till  I  rested  ;  then  I  opened 
on  a  new  piece  in  the  Gospel  Hymns, — 

"Not  now,  my  child," 

and  read  it  over  with  the  music,  and  felt  that  God  gave 
it  to  me,  and  that  it  was  to  be  fulfilled  in  my  life  in 
answer  to  my  promise  to  work  for  God  with  entire 


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consecration  if  he  healed  me.     That  song  which  I  then 
sang  for  the  first  time  has  been  fulfilled  in  me  with 

A  GLORIOUS  FULFILMENT, 
and  for  that  reason  I  give  a  copy  of  it  below  : 

"  Not  now,  my  child,  a  little  more  rough  tossing, 

A  little  longer  on  the  billows'  foam  ; 
A  few  more  journeyings  in  the  desert  darkness, 
And  then  the  sunshine  of  thy  Father's  home. 

Not  now,  for  I  have  wanderers  in  the  distance, 
And  thou  must  call  them  in  with  patient  love ; 

Not  now,  for  I  have  sheep  upon  the  mountains, 
And  thou  must  follow  them  where'er  they  rove. 

Not  now,  for  I  have  loved  ones,  sad  and  weary  ; 

Wilt  thou  not  cheer  them  with  a  kindly  smile  ? 
Sick  ones  who  need  thee  in  their  lonely  sorrow, — 

Wilt  thou  not  tend  them  yet  a  little  while  ? 

Not  now,  for  wounded  hearts  are  sorely  bleeding, 
And  thou  must  teach  those  widowed  hearts  to  sing  ; 

Not  now,  for  orphans'  tears  are  quickly  falling, 
They  must  be  gathered  'neath  some  sheltering  wing. 

Go  with  the  name  of  Jesus  to  the  dying, 

And  speak  that  name  in  all  its  living  power  ; 

Why  should  thy  fainting  heart  grow  chill  and  weary  ? 
Canst  thou  not  watch  with  Him  one  little  hour  ? 

One  little  hour,  and  then  the  glorious  crowning, 
The  golden  harp-strings  and  the  victor's  palm ; 

One  little  hour,  and  then  the  hallelujah  ! — 
Eternity's  long,  deep  thanksgiving  psalm." 


32  THE   VIE  W  OF  ROSES. 

SEEKING  OPPORTUNITY  TO  Do  GOOD. 

As  my  strength  came  back  again  I  sought  and  found 
many  ways  to  speak  or  act  or  look  for  God  and  humanity . 
This  was  my  chief  thought, — how  I  might  accomplish 
this  one  absorbing  desire.  At  this  time  I  formed  the 
acquaintance  of  a  spiritually  minded  family  by  the  name 
of  Little,  and  with  them  attended  the  meetings,  seeking 
to  win  souls  to  Christ.  With  them  many  an  hour  was 
spent  in  singing  praise  to  God.  How  I  loved  these 
associations.  Some  of  these  have  since  sought  and  testi- 
fied to  the  finding  of  pure  hearts  through  faith  in  the 

ATONEMENT 

of  our  dear  Saviour.  My  desire  to  do  something  often 
manifested  itself  in  feeding  a  tramp,  or  singing  a  song 
of  salvation  to  him  or  to  some  weary  Jew  peddler.  The 
dear  songs  so  touched  my  own  heart  that  I  longed  to 
reach  other  sad,  lonely  and  afflicted  ones,  and  especially 
the  poor,  in  this  way.  I  cannot  remember  a  time  in  my 
childhood  when  I  did  not  have  an  innate  sympathy  and 
deep  pity  for  the  down-trodden.  Brother  Samuel  and  I, 
when  the  anti-slavery  question  was  at  its  height,  often 
discussed  with  great  enthusiasm  the  joy  that  it  would 
give  us  to  have  enough  money  to  buy  up  every  slave 
south  of  Mason  and  Dixon's  line  and  then  set  them  free. 
My  convalescence  was  so  slow  that  I  could  do  but  little 
rugged  toil  for  some  months.  In  the  mean  time  dear 


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father,  who  had  so  kindly  attended  me  during  my  sick- 
ness, fell  a  prey  to 

PNEUMONIA. 

At  first  it  assumed  so  mild  a  form  we  were  not  alarmed, 
but  suddenly  it  assumed  a  fatal  form,  and  he,  too,  was 
taken  away  from  us  in  the  most  extreme  winter  weather. 
How  earnestly  I  besought  the  Lord  to  prepare  him  for 
what  so  surely  seemed  to  await  him.  My  faith  rested 
peacefully  in  Jesus  for  the  answer,  as  our  dear  father 
sunk  into  the  cold  embrace  of  death.  Until  the  last  he 
requested  us  to  sing  the  sweet  hymns  of  praise.  Once, 
when  we  were  both  well,  I  had  requested  him  to  sing  for 
me  if  I  went  first ;  but  now  it  proved  to  be  my  work  to 
ask  them  to  sing  for  him  when  dying.  Oh  !  how  sorrow- 
ful were  the  group  of  children  present, — all  but  Samuel, 
who  was  then  in  the  far  West.  We  all  knelt  around  his 
bed,  and  some  friends  sang,  "The  angels  are  hovering 
'round ; "  and  our  dear  father  signaled  to  us  that 
all  was  well  with  his  soul,  and,  as  we  breathed  amen  to 
a  prayer  offered  up  for  him  by  Brother  Little  his  spirit 
took  its  flight  to  God.  He  was  prepared  for  burial,  so 
sweetly,  as  was  dear  mother, — the  cross  and  anchor  of 
pure  flowers,  with  his  name  and  age  on  a  silver  plate  on 
the  casket ;  and  he  too  was  lain  in  our  lot  in  Rosehill 
cemetery.  Brother  Willie  and  I  each  had  presentiments 
of  more  sorrow  soon  to  come,  as  we  rode  in  the  carriage 
together  to  dear  father's  funeral.  Was  any  family  ever 


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so  oppressed  ?     Let  the  suffering,   sorrowing  families  of 
fallen  humanity  answer  truly,  and  each  will  answer— yes! 


FINANCIAL  TROUBLE. 

Soon  after  father's  death  brother  Samuel  returned  from 
California,  desiring  to  settle  up  the  estate  ;  and  for  this 
purpose  he  advertised  extensively  the  sale  of  real  estate, 
and  a  large  list  of  stock,  household  goods,  etc.  This 
brought  together  on  the  day  appointed  a  vast  number  of 
people.  But  no  .  sooner  had  the  auctioneer  taken  his 
stand  than  the  sheriff  called  him  down,  and  all  was 
attached  for  the  note  referred  to  before.  The  holder  of 
it  knew  at  the  time  that  he  could  do  nothing,  as 
the  law  sustained  our  brother  ;  but  he  was  rich  and 
wanted  to  take  revenge,  and  was  willing  to  pay  for  it. 
When  the  sheriff  came  into  the  house  and  spoke  to 
sisters  and  I  about  it,  our  feelings  of  embarrassment  were 
simply  crushing,  and  the  open  disgrace  fearful.  The 
sheriff, — what  did  he  care  ?  Where  was  his  sympathy,  as 
with  cool  and  amused  indifference  he  made  his  state- 
ments? The  crowd  in  the  mean  time  was  swiftly  dis- 
persing,— no  one  a  word  of  sympathy.  All  seemed  sur- 
prised, too  much  so  to  speak. 

"  Earth  knows  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  cure  ;  " 
and  strange  as  it  seemed  to  all,  even  to  dear  Dr.  Hart- 
man,  who  was  standing  near  the  front  entrance,  I 
seated  myself  at  the  organ,  and  with  an  intense  longing 


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to  help  some  poor  soul  to  a  better  life  began  singing  an 
all-victorious  salvation  melody.  So  unusual  was  this 
that  soon  the  word  rang  round,  "  She  has  been  sick,  and 
her  mind  is  wandering."  "  Is  she  right?"  I  think  the 
dear  angel  of  the  covenant,  our  dear  Jesus,  would  have 
said  :  "  Yes  ;  my  child's  mind  is  wandering  up  to  me  ; 
and  by  my  blood,  shed  for  her,  she  will  soon  be  right." 
My  happiness  even  then  at  times,  though  transient,  of 
course,  was  grand,  as  my  heart's  hope  took  hold  of  God 
by  faith  ;  and  my  blessed  anticipation  of  a  better  time 
coming  brought  sweet  relief  from  the  outward  strife  of 
that  hour.  My  dear  brother,  after  this  scene,  remarked 
to  us  privately  that  it  was  well  for  the  man  who  stopped 
that  sale  that  he  did  not  see  him,  or,  indeed,  know  that 
he  was  on  the  ground,  as  he  was  armed  in  California 
fashion.  But  God,  who  is  so  merciful  to  his  poor,  dis- 
obedient people,  spared  us  such  a  scene  of  horror  as  might 
have  ensued.  My  health  at  this  time  was  only  recover- 
ing ;  but  soon  after  I  began  work  by  teaching  music, 
and  sewing  some,  feeling  very  weary  when  night  came. 
When  daily,  from  my  window,  I  saw  the  minister,  my 
pastor,  and  his  family  taking  seats  in  their  lovely 
phaeton  for  their  accustomed  ride,  I  would  think,  "  Oh, 
how  I  long  for  them  to  call  upon  me  and  offer  sympathy 
in  my  lonely  sorrow  and  sickness  and  toil  !  "  I  won- 
dered why  they  did  not,  and  a  feeling  of  condemnation 
would  rise  up  within  me.  /  know  now  why  they  did  not, 
and  O,  so  freely,  forgive  them. 


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COMING  EVENTS 

were  speedily  revealed  as  their  dark  shadows  had  been 
cast  about  our  hearts.  Every  effort  to  sell  failed,  and 
my  brother  returned  to  the  Coast.  Soon  after,  to  my 
astonishment,  there  came  to  me  from  him  a  warranty 
deed  to  the  entire  estate,  made  by  law  so  strong  that  noth- 
ing could  take  away  my  title.  This  was  law,  and  in  the 
sight  of  men  legal ;  but  to  me  it  seemed  simply  dreadful, 
and  that  night  I  lay  awake  and  wept.  And  after  tam- 
pering with  the  convictions  I  left  the  deed  at  the 
Recorder's  office  to  be  recorded,  and  employed  a  real 
estate  agent,  and  soon  a  buyer  came  to  me,  after  my  dear 
old  Aunt  Rachael  had  told  him  that  "What  I  said  I 
would  do,  he  might  depend  upon  it."  The  transfer  was 
made,  and  the  proper  share  of  each  heir  was  promptly 
set  out  as  my  brother  and  the  family  had  agreed  upon 
during  my  sickness.  Once  more  we  were  at  rest.  My 
brother,  subsequent  to  the  attempted  sale,  had  filed  a 
bill  for  the  quieting  of  the  title,  which  was  granted  him 
at  a  great  expense  of  money  and  mind.  In  the  mean  time 
he  had  married,  and  in  due  time  a  little  girl  was  given 
him  ;  and  her  little  heart,  the  heart  of  Minnie  Rose,  and 
her  papa,  were  knit  together  in  a  strange,  deep  love  for 
an  mfant  and  a  man  past  the  prime  of  life.  The  mother 
failed  of  an  abiding  affection  and  that  tender  solicitude 
which  mostly  characterizes,  or  should  characterize,  the 
affections  of  one  in  such  a  relation.  My  brother  felt  this 


THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES.  37 

sorely,  and  at  once  made  known  his  desires  to  me  to  come 
and  have  the  care  of  the  little  one  so  precious  to  his 
heart.  Time  and  again  he  wrote  to  this  effect.  I  saw 
many  impediments  in  the  way,  but  most  of  all  dreaded 
to  leave  the  society  of  my  staid  old  State,  Ohio,  and  come 
upon  the  fast  and  reckless  scenes  of  the  Western  coast. 
My  previous  kindness  to  him,  myself  preparing  his  wed- 
ding feast  and  entertainment,  and  presiding  over  the 
home  when  he  had  it  in  charge,  and  in  adjusting  his  busi- 
ness so  satisfactorily  to  him,  added  to  the  fact  of  loaning 
him  a  nice  sum  of  several  hundred,  all  of  which  involved 
much  care,  labor  and  trouble  of  mind,  seemed  to  bind  me 
to  him;  and  he  depended  upon  me  instead  of  his  Saviour; 
and  soon  following  upon  the  former  events  there  came  to 
me  one  day,  where  I  was  visiting  a  friend, 

ANOTHER  STARTLING  EVENT. 

Taking  out  my  mail  from  the  postoffice  I  observed  an 
official  document.  It  was  another  warranty  deed  from 
my  brother  made  as  solid  as  the  rock  of  law  could  make 
it,  to  a  valuable  piece  of  real  estate  in  Nevada.  I  was 
shocked,  surprised  and  sad,  knowing  full  well  by  past 
experience  where  such  measures  would  end.  A  few 
more  days  and  nights  of  weeping  for  me  were  speedily 
followed  by  still  more  awful  deep  and  heartrending  sor- 
row. This  last  document  I  received  was  followed  by  a 
dispatch  in  a  few  days  announcing  the 


38  THE    VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

MURDER  OF  OUR  DEAR  BROTHER  SAMUEL. 

My  brother-in-law  read  the  news  to  dear  sister  Effie 
and  I.  She  was  in  the  act  of  cutting  out  a  garment,  and 
I  sat  at  leisure  near  her.  When  the  shock  rolled  over 
our  hearts,  each  of  us  instinctively  clasped  our  hands 
about  them  as  if  to  stop  their  bounding,  breaking  power. 
Oh!  such  grief.  Sister  was  in  a  delicate  state  of  health. 
Premature  sickness  was  the  result.  For  six  weeks  I 
watched  with  her,  determining  as  soon  as  her  recovery  to 
go  to  the  scene  of  sorrow,  and  comply  with  my  brother's 
long-cherished  desire  for  me  to  care  for  and  educate  his 
child,  and,  if  possible,  also  to  comfort  the  widow.  Every 
night  we  wept  ourselves  to  sleep.  This,  to  our  remaining 
family,  seemed  the  hardest  of  all  the  very  hard  blows 
endured,  When  nearly  a  week  had  passed,  a  long,  sad 
and  extremely  grievous  letter,  on  Thanksgiving  day, 
explaining  the  case,  reached  us,  and  was  read  with 
breathless  interest.  A  good  deal  of  mystery  then  and  yet 
hangs  about  the  affair,  but  this  was  the  statement  received: 
On  Saturday  night  brother  was  away  from  his  home  at 
his  accustomed  work,  orchestral  playing,  and  returning 
home  found  the  little  one  sick,  as  was  often  the  case. 
On  Sunday  evening  he  watched  with  her,  and  growing 
restless  started  for  a  doctor,  saying,  ' '  I  will  be  back  in 
half  an  hour."  Not  finding  the  doctor  in  his  office  he 
started  for  his  residence.  His  knocks  at  the  door  not 
bringing  any  one  to  him  he  called  out  for  the  doctor. 


THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES.  39 

The  doctor's  wife  being  alone  was  frightened  and  fired  a 
revolver  through  the  door.  He  was  hard  of  hearing, 
and  she  stated  that  she  had  requested  him  to  go  away. 
This  to  some  seemed  plausible,  but  not  those  who  had 
seen  his  worst  known  enemy  follow  him  in  the  direction 

of  Dr.  S 's.     However,  I  leave  these   sorrowful  and 

sinful  scenes  for  eternity  to  reveal,  if  the  Lord  in  His 
goodness  does  not  reveal  them  sooner.  What  bore  me 
up  as  with  a  mighty  power  was  this:  Just  at  that  fatal 
hour  I  was  in  my  room  two  thousand  miles  away  pour- 
ing out  my  soul  to  God  in  prayer  for  that  brother,  and  by 
a  neighbor  near  the  scene  he  was  heard  in  his  dying 
throes  to  be  calling  upon  God.  This  to  me — this  hope  of 
a  saved  brother  calling  upon  the  Lord  for  himself  and  his 
dear  little  one — gave  me  a  blessed  relief  which  took  away 
the  sting.  My  dear  brother  was  found  by  a  night  watch- 
man a  few  rods  from  where  the  deed  was  supposed  to 
have  been  done,  — found  having  been  in  a  kneeling 
position.  He  was  borne  to  the  morgue,  and  from  there 
to  his  home,  and  the  next  day  the  funeral,  through  dear 
brother  Willie's  plan,  took  place  from  the  M.-E.  Church. 
Near  Laurel  Avenue  a  hand  upon  his  tombstone  points 
toward  heaven,  where  sometime  soon  I  hope  to  see  dear 
brother  ;  and,  as  sure  as  our  Father  through  Jesus'  name 
hears  and  answers  the  prayer  of  faith,  my  hope  is  well 
grounded.  Praise  the  Lord  !  To  our  dear  brother 
Willie  living  in  the  place  this  was  an  awful  blow.  He 
was  declining  in  health,  and  his  wife  an  invalid  ;  but  our 


40  THE    VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

merciful  Saviour  whom  he  sought  in  childhood  was 
very  kind  to  him  and  sent  him  means  and  comfort. 

EFFIE'S  RECOVERY 

once  effected,  I  was  soon  in  readiness  for  my  journey  to 
the  town  of  Reno,  where  these  recent  scenes  had  taken 
place.  Bidding  dear  Effie,  who  stood  in  the  door  with 
tearful  eye,  a  loving  farewell,  some  dear  friends  met  me 
at  the  train,  and  my  brother-in-law  accompanied  me  to 
the  nearest  city.  Passing  through  Indianapolis,  near 
where  sister  Isadora  was  teaching,  I  took  a  lay-over 
check  and  visited  her  for  a  day  and  night.  This  gave 
each  one  of  us  a  sweet  pleasure.  In  Council  Bluffs  I 
stopped  once  more  till  the  west-bound  train  made  up, 
and  visited  briefly  a  nephew  and  family  of  my  dear  Syl- 
vanus.  This,  too,  afforded  great  relief  on  such  a  mission. 
They  bade  me  God  speed,  loading  me  down  with  good 
things,  when  dear  Sanford  took  me  again  to  my  train. 
Cold  and  dreary  was  the  journey  over  the  desert  and 
plains  and  table  land  against  high  head  winds.  But 
every  comfort  and  available  blessing  was  mine.  The 
blessed  Word  of  God  which  I  read  daily,  and  hope 
through  him,  gave  a  new  zest  to  this  strange  work  of 
Providence. 

At  times  I  was  quite  contented.  A  family  of  gold- 
miners  from  California  returning  from  Europe  were  very 
kind  to  me,  and  all  the  more  so  as  my  nephew  had 


THE   VIEW   OF  ROSES.  41 

related  to  them  my  recent  affliction  and  the  occasion  of 
my  tour.  Very  pleasant  was  our  intercourse.  They  were 
not  Christians,  but  seemed  sober,  moral  and  refined. 
We  were  constant  companions,  the  lady  and  I,  and 
formed  a  sweet  friendship  which  led  to  a  promise  to  cor- 
respond. They  attended  me  to  the  last,  till  Reno  was 
reached,  when  they  escorted  me  to  a  waiting-room  in  the 
depot,  and  bidding  me  good-by  boarded  their  train. 
How  fearful  was  this  waiting  in  a  sitting-room  adjoin- 
ing a  saloon  full  of  drunken  men,  asleep  or  awake.  At 
2  A.  M.  my  brother  Willie,  to  whom  I  had  wired,  came 
for  me.  O,  the  mingled  joy  and  sadness  of  that  meeting, 
— my  joy  through  the  hope  in  Jesus,  and  meeting  him, 
and  his  joy  at  seeing  me,  and  the  recent  arrival  of  a 
dear  little  boy,  Paul,  a  few  days  previous,  and  our 
mutual  sorrow  in  the  loss  of  our  brother  in  that  terrible 
manner. 

SORROWING  AND  REJOICING 

is  not  only  given  to  the  saints  in  all  the  fullness  of  God, 
but  in  all  the  forms  of  life  the  sweet  and  the  bitter  seem 
to  go  together,  either  alternating  or  blending  in  one.  I 
arrived  just  in  time  for  a  lovely  Christmas  dinner  and 
reception  given  us  by  a  cousin  living  in  the  place. 
There  I  met  my  sister-in-law  for  the  third  time,  having 
seen  her  for  a  few  hours  at  a  time  twice  before.  It  was 
then  I  saw  my  dear  little  niece,  my  brother's  only  child, 


42  THE    VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

Minnie,  for  the  first  time.  My  sister-in-law  and  I  at 
once  took  rented  rooms,  for  she  had  sold  her  home  my 
brother  had  just  before  his  death  deeded  to  her.  "Be 
not  unequally  yoked  together  with  unbelievers,"  was  a 
command  I  soon  found  myself  to  be  disobeying.  Each 
day  brought  fresh  trials  from  this  cause.  My  zeal  for 
the  sister  and  the  child  continued  until  it  seemed  alto- 
gether impracticable  for  me  to  remain  with  them.  For 
nine  months  they  were  my  constant  care  to  do  them 
good,  bearing  many  burdens  of  toil. 

My  brother  being  indebted  to  me  in  some  ways  I  made 
up  my  mind  to  accept  the  property,  as  it  was  his  purpose 
to  see  me  paid,  and  he  had  made  the  transfer  of  his  own 
free  will  without  my  knowledge.  I  allowed  her  as  ad- 
ministratrix to  offer  it  for  sale,  intending  to  deal  honestly, 
paying  off  all  his  debts  if  possible,  and  using  the  rest  for 
sister  and  Minnie's  good  as  well  as  for  my  own.  I  did 
not  dream  but  this  could  be  done  easily  enough.  But 
soon,  alas  !  I  found  her  associations  so  different  from 
those  I  desired  that  we  daily  grew  apart  instead  of 
together.  Her  course  of  conduct  toward  me  in  various 
dealings  caused  me  in  discouragement  to  give  up  morn- 
ing and  evening  worship  with  her.  Thenceforward  my 
prayers  were  in  secret.  Daily,  however,  I  poured  out 
my  soul  in  holy  song,  and  the  music  of  the  sweet- toned 
instrument  I  had  rented  made  our  home  pleasanter  by 
far.  Reports  of  advantage  taken,  and  the  unmistakable 
truth  of  these  tales,  filled  me  with  sorrowful  apprehension 


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of  where  these  things  would  end,  but  with  a  zeal  born  of 
heaven  I  endured, — 

PRAYING  WITHOUT  CEASING. 

One  day  sister  wanted  to  go  out  and  take  the  child  in 
the  cab.  The  little  one,  who  always  loved  the  very  sight 
of  her  little  carriage,  cried  and  seemed  sick.  It  was  a 
very  bad  day.  I  begged  her  not  to  take  her  out,  to 
which  she  complied.  I  then  went  off  to  my  work,  and 
soon  observed  that  she  had  taken  her  out  in  the  wind- 
storm, returning  with  a  very  sick  child.  The  doctor 
next  door  was  consulted,  and  thought  nothing  much  ailed 
her.  I  treated  her  as  he  directed,  and  the  next  day 
when  the  doctor  called  again  little  Minnie  was  in  a 
comatose  state.  The  doctor  trembled  as  he  bent  over 
the  little  crib.  I  asked  him  if  I  could  sponge  her  off. 
He  said,  "  Do  anything  you  want  to."  I  took  the  dear 
little  thing  to  God  ;  and  without  further  consultation 
with  the  doctor  or  any  one  else  she  was  soon  out  of 
danger,  and  returning  to  a  comfortable  state  of  health, 
her  mother  looking  on  afar  off  during  these  scenes  of 
watching  and  ministering.  In  ten  short  months  there 
seemed  every  indication  that  she  was  planning  to  marry. 
This  surprised  and  grieved  me  beyond  measure  on 
account  of  the  person  in  view.  He  had  just  come  upon 
the  scene  from  the  capital,  where  he  had  been  confined 
for  some  time  previous  for  wife-slaughter.  This  seemed 


44  THE    VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

the  affinity.  Friends  came  a-nd  advised,  begging  for 
little  Minnie's  sake  if  for  no  other,  but  to  no  avail. 
About  the  time  of  these  revelations,  my  deed,  the 
primary  having  been  relinquished  to  the  lawyer  acting 
for  the  administratrix  and  for  me  also.  I  found  that  I 
was  being  deceived  in  the  whole  scheme,  both  by  the 
lawyer  and  his  client.  This  was  very  aggravating,  as  I 
had  since  my  arrival  paid  off  with  my  last  money  over 
eleven  hundred  dollars,  taking  off  a  mortgage  on  the 
estate,  thus  relieving  it  of  all  embarrassment.  My  defect 
in  hearing  gave  cause  for  anxiety  also,  this  blocking  up 
my  way  for  teaching.  About  this  time  I  remembered 
the  invitation  of  my  California  friends  to  come  and  visit 
them..  I  wrote  to  them  accordingly,  though  the  estate 
was  far  from  being  settled.  Before  starting  I  procured 
the  services  of  another  lawyer,  contracting  for  a  certain 
price  with  him  to  see  that  my  right  was  obtained.  Just 
before  the  day  appointed  for  the  sale  of  the  property  I 
received  a  telegram  from  my  lawyer  stating  that  he  was 
not  well,  and  could  not  attend  the  sale  the  next  day  at 
one  o'clock.  All  this  time  I  was  leaving  the  matter  to 
God, — to  decide  for  me  according  to  His  will,  yet  feeling 
justified  in  making  an  effort  to  at  least  save  something 
for  my  own  needs.  During  a  conversation  with  my 
lawyer  just  before  leaving  for  California,  when  I  asked 
how  I  should  be  sure  that  she  would  pay  me  the  money 
due  me  at  the  sale  of  the  property,  he  frankly  replied, 
"You  could  appoint  some  one  to  go  and  bid  it  v&for  you 


THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES.  45 

if  you  wanted  to."  At  once  I  spoke  to  the  dear  friend  I 
was  visiting,  and  told  her  I  was  in  trouble.  She  sent  for 
a  neighbor  attorney.  Briefly,  but  definitely,  I  stated  the 
facts  to  him.  He  advised  me  to  at  once  wire  to  some 
friend,  if  I  had  such  in  the  place,  to  buy  it  in  for  me  at 
the  exact  value,  not  more  or  less.  I  did  so,  and  the 
next  day  my  cousin  dispatched  to  me  saying, — 

"THE  PROPERTY  is  YOURS." 

At  the  moment  the  operator  came  to  my  door  to  deliver 
this  message  I  was  on  my  knees  begging  God  to  with- 
hold it  or  give  it  freely  as  was  His  will,  feeling  sure  He 
was  able  and  willing  to  provide  for  me.  Kven  in  those 
days  I  could  not  but  submit  everything  to  Him,  beseech- 
Him  to  make  me  submit  and  fully  trust  Him.  In  a  few 
days  I  received  a  letter  full  of  wrath,  but  still  I  desired 
to  do  them  good  with  all  the  means  available.  For  this 
purpose  I  returned  at  once  to  Reno  One  thing  remained 
to  be  done.  The  public  administrator  had  to  give  his 
signature  to  the  transaction,  as  her  marriage,  which  had 
already  taken  place,  cut  off  her  power  to  act  further  in 
the  case. 

INTERVIEW  WITH  MY  ATTORNEY. 

He  knew  not  what  to  do  ;  but,  with  a  firm  blow  of  his 
fist  upon  the  desk,  he  said,  "I  know  who  is  doing  this 
now,  and  if  this  is  not  settled  for  you  it  will  be  because 


46  THE    VIE  W  OF  ROSES. 

it  can't  be  done."  And  it  was,  in  a  few  days  more. 
My  trial  during  these  scenes  was  extreme.  At  times, 
while  trying  to  pray,  as  I  never  once  gave  up  this  form 
of  worship,  it  seemed  I  should  despair  instead  of  trust. 
To  get  to  see  my  brother's  child  was  denied  me. 
Various  threats  came  instead.  I  suffered  much.  What- 
ever had  been  my  sins  1  had  hitherto  been  untrammeled 
by  such  relationships  and  such  transactions.  Being  out- 
wardly honest  from  habitual  training,  and  by  honest 
toil  loving  my  chosen  life-work,  and  faithfully  following 
it  up,  each  day  committing  myself  to  the  L,ord  for 
guidance  and  blessing,  my  journals  written  even  in  my 
school  days  bearing  me  witness. 

WEDLOCK. 

During  my  stay  in  California,  which  far  transcended 
anything  I  had  ever  witnessed  before  in  majesty  of 
scenery,  beauties  of  travel  and  hospitality  of  entertain- 
ment, I  formed  the  acquaintance  of  one  who  proved  a 
friend  in  need.  This  friend  was  Francis  M.  Peck,  of 
Yuba  County.  His  life  had  been  the  opposite  of  mine 
in  opposite  forms.  He  had  been  devoted  to  the  dance 
and  other  worldly  influences  which  I  had  escaped.  When 
he  made  the  proposition  of  marriage  I  was  much  sur- 
prised, not  being  accustomed  to  California  style.  I  told 
him  frankly  I  could  not  marry  one  not  a  Christian.  He 
then  stated  his  weariness  of  the  life  he  led,  and  had  long 


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desired  to  be  a  Christian,  which  he  fully  intended  to  do. 
This  changed  the  matter,  and  with  his  promise  to  join 
the  people  of  God  we  plighted  our  faith  to  unite  our 
fortunes  for  life.  A  ring  was  placed  upon  my  finger, 
and  as  soon  as  my  business  in  Reno  was  completed  I 
journeyed  to  Nevada  City,  California,  where  I  rested 
at  the  International  Hotel  for  one  week.  He  then  joined 
me  there,  and  on  that  very  day,  February  21,  1881,  at 
the  Methodist  parsonage,  Brother  Jonathan  L.  Mann,  of 
the  California  Conference,  performed  the  ceremony  which 
made  us  man  and  wife. 

THE  VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

Once  before  leaving  my  native  State  for  the  Pacific 
Coast  I  had  a  dream  which  I  related  next  day  to  our 
pastor's  wife.  I  saw  in  the  sky  millions  of  roses.  The 
sky  was  everywhere  full  of  them, — roses  in  full  bloom. 
All  at  once  they  took  the  form  of  wreaths,  until  the 
whole  expanse  above  was  literally  filled  with  wreaths  of 
blooming  beauty.  My  California  and  Nevada  experience 
seemed  a  real  fulfillment  of  this  dream,  constantly 
intensifying  as  the  days  passed  by.  The  power  was 
from  above,  from  our  Father  in  heaven.  He  went 
before  His  child  who  earnestly  sought  Him,  never  giving 
it  up  in  discouragement. 

Our  wedding  tour  lay  over  the  Sierra  and  down  the 
ravines,  along  the  vines  and  flowers  which  even  then 


48  THE   VIE  W  OF  ROSES. 

were  springing  up  in  lovely  forms  of  beauty,  and  under 
the  sunny  skies  which  shed  a  halo  of  glowing  light, 
indicative  of  future  good.  Our  span  of  horses,  used  to 
mountain  journeys,  made  the  time  in  haste.  After  rest- 
ing over  the  first  evening  at  San  Juan,  we  reached  the 
village  of  Camptonville,  which  was  to  be  our  home  for 
the  time  being.  After  dinner  at  the  hotel,  once  owned 
as  a  partner  by  my  husband,  we  walked  around  the 
square  to  his  home  in  the  suburbs,  being  a  pretty  ranch, 
with  flowers  and  fields  and  gardens  and  fruits  of  lovely 
variety,  hue  and  flavor.  An  order  from  the  grocery,  the 
neat  and  clean  pantry  was  supplied ;  and,  after  a  cozy 
little  supper  was  over,  we  merely  looked  in  upon  a  com- 
pany of  friends  who  were  at  Army  Hall  making  merry 
on  Washington's  birthday.  This  was  our  last  in  such 
scenes.  My  husband  vowed  it  could  not  be  the  world 
and  the  Lord  too.  We  started  out  for  life  to  seek 

HOLINESS  UNTO  THK  LORD. 

The  dear  old  Bible  was  taken  up  by  my  new  friend, 
and  one  of  Isaiah's  beautiful  pen  pictures  presented 
to  our  minds,  as  with  charming  voice  he  read  ;  and  then 
we  knelt  for  the  first  time  in  such  relations,  and  fervently 
besought  the  Saviour  to  bless  us  together  and  make  us 
of  one  heart  and  mind.  We  were  deeply  in  earnest, 
hence  Satan  was  roused  from  his  lair  and  made  the  con- 
flict a  hot  one  ;  but,  thank  God,  at  this  writing  victory 


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perches  upon  our  banners,  and  we  are  running  up  the 
shining  way. 

BATTLES  FOR  ETERNAL  LIFE. 

The  merry  mountaineers  sadly  missed  their  comrade 
and  my  pleasant  comminglings  in  their  social  ways,  and 
some  of  them  fought  us.  We  took  a  firm  stand  for 
temperance,  refusing  the  wine  cup  so  often  proffered  in 
this  land  of  the  lovely  grape.  My  husband's  ambition 
was  to  be  a  temperance  lecturer  and  a  Christian  of  the 
highest  type.  This  desire  was  partially  realized  when  he 
delivered  in  our  village  some  original  lectures  on  the  sub- 
ject, which  made  them  open  their  eyes,  and  which 
brought  to  me  one  day  a  saloon-keeper's  wife  with  threats. 
"  It  was  my  fault,"  she  said,  and  "we  were  ruining  her 
husband's  business,  and  he  was  old  and  unable  to  work." 
Well  for  her  that  she  made  her  exit  just  before  my  hus- 
band's return.  I  fear  he  would  have  fallen  from  grace 
long  enough  to  give  her  trouble.  We  were  members  of 
the  I.  O.  G.  T.  The  loose  manner  in  which  it  was  con- 
ducted brought  forth  our  severe  criticism,  and  all  the 
more  when  some  favorite  of  society  was  permitted  to 
hold  his  membership  and  still  go  on  drinking.  They 
heeded  not  our  entreaties  for  reverence  when  the  chaplain 
performed  her  service,  and  after  waiting  patiently  for 
awhile  we  quietly  withdrew. 


5o  THE   VIE  IV  OF  ROSES. 

JOINING  THK  CHURCH. 

Brother  Hazen,  of  the  California  Conference,  made 
occasional  visits  to  the  village  to  preach.  Upon  one  of 
these  occasions  he  admitted  my  husband  into  the  Metho- 
dist ranks.  Seeing  his  zeal  and  earnest  search  after  a 
good  life,  felt  that  he  should  preach.  To  this  end  he  gave 
him  a  copy  of  Wesley's  sermons,  requesting  him  to  read 
one  on  Sunday.  He  complied,  taking  the  text,  "  Awake, 
thou  that  sleepest,  and  arise  from  the  dead,  and  Christ 
shall  give  thee  light."  Reverently  he  conducted  the 
meeting  while  some  of  his  former  friends  sat  on  the  back 
seat  making  fun.  From  this  time  he  was  brought  into 
service  on  funeral  and  other  occasions  when  no  minister 
was  at  hand. 

SUNDAY  SCHOOL. 

My  delight  ran  high  with  every  promotion  of  my  hus- 
band in  good  works.  So  when  he  was  called  to  the 
superintendency  of  the  Camptonville  Sunday  School,  and 
myself  to  the  organist's  seat,  we  two  plied  all  our  united 
zeal  in  preparation  and  in  carrying  out  this  blessed  work 
of  love.  Week  after  week  meeting  in  the  hall  to  practice 
music,  and  fitting  ourselves  as  we  should  for  the  respon- 
sible place.  Prejudice  gradually  gave  way  as  they  saw 
we  meant  to  go  through.  In  a  short  time  we  had  many 
young  friends  on  our  list,  and  the  school  was  pronounced 
a  success.  As  for  us,  we  rejoiced  ;  and  whether  it  rained 
or  snowed  or  shone  we  were  always  blessed  with  strength 


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and  purpose  to  be  present.  One  snowstorm  was  so  terri- 
ble that  only  the  janitor  and  we  were  there  ;  but  we  went 
through  the  service  all  the  same.  One  thing  in  my  hus- 
band's character, — he  had  the  "  hold-on  "  feature,  which 
characterized  his  work  now  in  this  blessed  field  as  it  did 
when,  proprietor  of  the  hotel,  he  persisted  in  making 
money  behind  the  bar.  This  latter  fact  I  never  knew  till 
after  our  marriage.  A  little  incident  right  here  I  will 
relate  to  show  how  sweetly  the  Saviour  shielded  us  from 
going  back  into  old  habits  of  intemperance.  One  day 
my  husband  brought  home  some  baker's  beer,  which  he 
said  was  ' '  innocent. ' '  I  looked  at  the  white  bottles  for 
a  moment,  and  then  said  firmly,  "That  may  be,  but  I 
shall  not  taste  one  drop  of  it. ' '  He  replied,  ' '  Very  well, 
I  shall  not  drink  anything  which  my  wife  will  not, "'and 
he  forthwith  took  the  beer  back  to  the  baker.  When 
the  day  came  for  us  to  leave  Camptonville,  and  we  held 
the  last  session  of  Sunday  school,  many  eyes  wept,  and  we 
felt  the  power  of  the  sweet,  Christian  friendship  formed 
therein,  and  also  the  keen  sorrow  of  leaving  those  tender 
little  ones  to  other  hands. 

THE  REVIVAL. 

Brother  Hazen  once  appointed  a  time  for  conducting 
revival  services.  As  we  entertained  him  and  the  elder 
also  we  were  all  in  readiness,  and  felt  within  us  a  strong 
desire  for  a  holy  life.  We  longed  for  something  spiritual 


52  THE    VIE  W   OF  ROSES. 

which  was  deeper  and  more  satisfying,  though  at  times 
the  spirit  melted  us  to  tears  at  our  family  altar,  and 
some  friends  who  visited  us  were  convicted  also  and 
blessed.  We  looked  for  a  blessing  which  would  be  real 
and  abiding:  To  this  effect  we  attended  the  prayer 
meetings  in  the  Welch  church  (there  was  no  Methodist 
church  in  the  place),  just  around  the  corner  from  us, 
until  the  brother  who  had  charge  closed  the  house.  I 
remember  yet  the  last  night  we  went,  not  knowing  but 
there  would  be  a  meeting.  We  sat  a  long  time  upon  the 
steps,  and  then  went  reluctantly  home.  These  and 
many  others  were  the  preparations  for  the  promised 
revival,  as  we  felt  ourselves 

HUNGERING  AND  THIRSTING  AFTER   RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

The  brother  came  at  the  time  appointed,  and  put  up  at 
our  house  and  opened  the  meeting  at  the  Temperance 
Hall,  where  nearly  all  the  religious  services  were  held. 
The  next  day  the  pastor,  Brother  Hazen,  while  visiting 
some  worldly  people,  was  requested  to  attend  a  May  day 
picnic,  which  invitation  he  accepted.  When  he  stated  to 
us  his  intention  of  stopping  the  meeting  one  day  for 
that  purpose  we  were  incensed,  feeling  sure  it  would 
greatly  interfere  with  the  meetings  in  view.  We  plainly 
stated  this  to  him,  but  he  was  incorrigible  and  would 
not  be  put  off.  As  he  was  at  our  house  we  knew  it 
wbuld  give  occasion  against  us  if  we  did  not  go  ;  hence 


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I  baked  a  lovely  cake,  being  determined  in  whatever  I 
did  not  to  be  behind.  We  all  went.  The  dear  brother 
felt  assured  that  "  now  we  had  them,"  and  that  in  the 
evening  they  would  all  come  and  get  saved.  We  all 
played  the  agreeable  that  day,  and  feasted  upon  good 
things  and  had  a  pleasant,  worldly  time.  That  night  we 
all — the  villagers — went,  but  not  to  the  meeting.  The 
greater  part  saved  up  the  best  part  of  the  refreshments 
and  had  a  dance  party.  Being  disappointed,  husband 
and  I  let  these  things  hinder  our  getting  the  blessing. 
After  all,  the  meetings  were  not  in  vain.  Some  good  in 
answer  to  prayer  was  accomplished.  One  dear  sister 
turned  unto  the  Lord,  others  were  revived,  and  we 
resolved  to  persevere  in  believing.  Now  we  can  look 
back  and  see  that  if  we  could  only  have  believed  for  the 
blessing  in  the  present  tense,  and  not  set  a  time  in  the 
future,  and  that  depending  on  circumstances,  we  might 
have  obtained  it  then. 

"  Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  us  on  ; 

Thus  far  His  power  prolongs  our  days  ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  His  grace." 

DEPARTURE  FOR  THE  EAST. 

For  two  reasons  was  the  change  made,  namely,  in 
behalf  of  my  husband's  two  children  in  New  York,  at 
mother  Peck's  there,  by  request  of  their  mother  in  her 


54  THE    VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

last  moments,  and  an  interest  in  the  property,  previously 
mentioned,  which,  in  the  mean  time,  had  again  been  lost 
to  me  in  this  way.  The  party  opposing  me  attached  it 
by  charging  me  an  enormous  board  bill  as  a  last  resort 
of  revenge.  I  had  been  duly  apprised  of  this  by  a  sum- 
rhons  to  appear  in  a  suit  at  law,  which,  after  deliberation, 
prayer  and  consultation  with  my  husband,  I  concluded 
not  to  do.  However,  to  offset  this,  rather  to  show  the 
unfairness  of  the  proceeding,  I  sent  in  a  bill  for  service 
rendered  during  the  time,  which  was  greater  than  the 
amount  I  was  attached  for.  I  remembered  the  Scripture, 
which  says  :  "Ye  go  to  law  with  unbelievers.  Why  do  ye 
not  rather  suffer  wrong  ? ' '  And  I  concluded  it  should 
go  by  default  rather  than  to  appear.  It  did.  We  were 
satisfied,  and  were  willing  to  work  and  to  trust.  It  was 
sold,  and  my  previous  lawyer  bought  it  for  a  mere  trifle, 
as  real  estate  had  greatly  depreciated  in  value.  Going 
East,  we  stopped  in  the  place  to  visit  brother  Willie  and 
his  family.  Here  some  parties  who  knew  of  these  mat- 
ters came  to  us  and  informed  us  that  there  was  a  clause 
in  the  law  in  the  case  in  point  where,  if  we  chose  to  do 
so,  my  husband  could  pay  off  the  costs  up  to  that  time, 
which  were  considerable,  and  hold  the  property  in  his 
name.  We  carefully  considered  it,  and  finally  determined 
that  it  would  be  right  to  do  so,  and  especially  in  view  of 
the  fact  that  at  the  first  sale  it  had  by  strategy  been 
divided  and  offered  in  two  separate  lots,  the  one  being 
taken  up  by  the  child's  mother  and  her  husband.  We 


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supposed  this  would  end  the  business  without  further 
litigation.  My  husband  paid  off  all,  and  I  made  him  a 
deed,  and  the  rents,  which  had  been  accruing  in  the 
attorney's  term  of  holding  it,  were  now  paid  over  to  my 
husband.  About  or  soon  after  this  time  we  received 
word  from  Mother  Peck  that  ' '  she  did  not  know  how 
she  could  do  without  the  children,  as  they  were  so  much 
company  for  her  in  her  recent  widowhood."  My  hus- 
band said  in  reply  that,  ' '  as  she  had  cared  for  them 
when  babes,  now,  as  they  were  able  to  help  her  some,  it 
should  be  as  she  said."  Hence  we  located  in  the  town 
of  Reno,  and  this  proved  to  be  one  of  the  best  Provi- 
dences yet  experienced. 

SEEKING  JESUS 

amidst  such  scenes  of  holding  on  to  the  things  of  the 
world,  in  a  wavering  way,  is  slow  work  indeed  ;  but  as 
we  were  both  really  in  earnest,  desiring  Christ,  His 
mercy  was  very  great  to  us.  "  Behold,  how  great  is  the 
goodness  which  the  L,ord  hath  lain  up  for  those  who  love 
Him, — for  those  who  trust  in  Him  before  the  sons  of 
men."  In  a  manner  I  had  done  this  from  my  earliest 
days.  This  fact,  with  all  my  double- mindedness,  often 
manifested  itself,  and  even  in  my  earlier  stages  of  grace 
sometimes  made  me  the  subject  of  ridicule.  Take  some 
incidents  in  question,  though  it  be  a  disgression.  While 
taking  a  course  at  a  normal  institute  I  was  appointed 


56  THE    VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

to  select  a  piece  from  the  reader  and  read  on  the  plat- 
form at  a  stated  time.  I  practiced  a  very  pretty  little 
prayer,  and  reverently  offered  it  up,  looking  heavenward, 
as  the  case  demanded,  to  the  extreme  amusement  of  some 
pupils  of  very  good  taste  in  some  things.  Also,  when 
we  as  children,  with  our  cousins  and  playmates,  held 
our  prayer  meetings,  I  would  not  allow  anything  other 
than  a  solemn  and  reverent  form  of  worship  upon  the 
part  of  any  of  the  younger  children.  I  can  hardly  re- 
member of  hearing  profanity,  or  anything  rude  or  wicked, 
without  reproving  it.  Always  seeking  the  exact  right 
in  everything,  yet  not  knowing  how,  by  a  present 
faith  for  a  present  purpose,  to  always  appropriate  the 
power  of  God,  but  seeking  to  exert  my  own  powrer,  not 
realizing  that  my  "righteousness  was  as  filthy  rags." 
O,  how  wily  is  Satan  toward  one  going  on  in  an  out- 
ward form  of  good  works.  However,  the  Lord  suffers 
us,  and  "we  account  His  long  suffering  salvation." 
However  our  cases  may  have  appeared  to  others,  we 
were  ' '  preparing  the  way  of  the  Lord"  by  adopting  His 
precepts,  and  seeking  to  follow  them  wholly.  This 
precious  Friend  we  ever  sought  in  His  word,  and  in 
daily  prayer,  "  morning,  noon  and  night."  The  regular 
means  of  grace,  the  preaching,  class  meetings,  Sun- 
day school  and  prayer  meetings,  were  regularly  attended, 
and  taken  part  in  with  no  small  interest.  Denouncing 
sin  wherever  seen,  and  seeing  it  in  others  oftener  than 
in  ourselves  of  course.  The  Saviour  lets  us  out  in  that 


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way.  We  can  stand  it  better  ;  and  at  last  in  His  mercy 
He  gives  us  an  inner  view  of  ourselves,  and  a  willingness 
to  denounce  and  crucify  self. 

Two  INCIDENTS 

• 

will  show  our  firmness  in  resisting  some  evils  upon  which 
God  was  letting  down  light.  The  silver  wedding  of 
our  pastor  and  wife  in  the  church  was  made  known  by 
expensive  cards  sent  out  by  mail.  We,  my  husband  and 
I,  even  dared  to  get  the  ill  will  of  those  interested  in  this 
worldly  movement  by  declining  the  invitation  in  the 
favor  of  some  charity  on  the  same  night.  Another  time, 
when  a  festival  was  held  in  the  church  on  a  Saturday 
night,  and  my  husband,  who  acted  at  the  time  as  janitor, 
cleaned  up  for  several  hours  the  next  morning,  picking 
the  popcorn  out  of  the  thick  woolen  carpet,  and  upon 
coming  home  found  that  he  would  not  have  time  to  dress 
and  attend  church,  deliberately  declined  that  work  any 
longer,  plainly  and  forcibly  stating  his  reasons.  This 
aroused  a  good  deal  of  feeling  on  the  part  of  some  who 
were  in  power.  As  previously  stated,  our  residence  in 
Reno  was  leading  us  to  the  very  best  of  Providences. 
We  slowly  yielded,  yet  we  were  yielding  to  His  blessed 
will!  After  joining  the  lodge  (I.  O.  G.  T.)  again  in  a 
fit  of  temperance  enthusiasm  in  Reno,  the  very  same 
difficulties  arose  as  those  which  characterized  the  work 
in  Camptonville — lightness,  lack  of  thoroughness  and 


58  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

aggressiveness.  Again  we  retired  from  it.  This  time  I 
led  out,  and,  while  dear  husband  continued  awhile  longer, 
I  spent  the  long  evenings  in  my  room  at  our  boarding- 
house  alone.  Thank  God  !  It  drove  me  to  Him  with 
more  intense  longing  than  ever  before,  as  I  clearly  saw 
that  I  could  look  to  no  earthly  good  for  permanent  hap- 
piness. The  Lord  was  drawing  us  and  "fashioning  our 
hearts  alike,"  and  soon  my  husband  withdrew,  after 
making  some  stirring  speeches  in  favor  of  a  more  aggres- 
sive warfare  than  the  dry  forms  of  the  regalia  and  the 
initiation  and  light  society  trifling. 

HOLINESS. 

There  came  at  this  time,  after  we  had  lived  one  year  in 
the  town  of  Reno,  a  family  from  Oakland  who  took  up 
their  residence  in  Reno.  Thexlady,  Sister  Augustine, 
came  to  the  meetings,  and  husband  and  I  recognized  at 
once  in  her  testimonies  and  in  her  looks  a  victory  and  a 
triumph  of  faith  which  we  were  not  used  to  seeing,  and 
which  we  did  not  possess.  We  called  upon  her.  She 
professed  the  blessing  of  holiness  of  heart.  She  also  in- 
structed us  on  the  subject,  and  our  privilege  and  duty 
of,  at  once,  "entering  in"  by  faith.  This  was  Saturday 
night.  On  leaving  her  house  she  placed  in  my  hands 
Hannah  Whithall  Smith's  little  book,  "The  Christian's 
Secret  of  a  Happy  Life. ' '  I  took  it  with  me,  and  by  the 
next  day  had  read  enough  in  it  to  get  much  light  as  to 


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the  way,  the  simple  way,  of  claiming  the  blessing  ' '  now  " 
by  faith.  These  were  all  the  Lord's  helps,  and  not 
man's  after  all.  And  so  sweetly  He  was  leading  when 
He  saw  our  readiness,  and  the  yielding  up  of  our  wills. 
After  church  the  next  day  husband  came  to  me  and 
said,  "  I  am  not  satisfied  with  my  Christian  experience." 
Said  I  in  answer :  ' '  Neither  am  I  satisfied  with  mine. 
Let  us  go  at  once  to  God  and  get  the  blessing  of  holi- 
ness." We  went,  and  the  blessing  came.  Jesus  came. 
We  approached  Him  in  this  way.  First  we  knelt  and 
sang  a  faith  hymn, — the  following  : 

COME  BELIEVING. 

"  Once  again  the  gospel  message 

From  the  Saviour  you  have  heard. 
Will  you  heed  the  invitation  ? 

Will  you  turn  and  seek  the  Lord  ? 

Chorus. 
Come  believing,  come  believing  ; 

Come  to  Jesus,  look  and  live  ! 

Come  believing,  Come  believing  ; 

Come  to  Jesus,  look  and  live  ! 

Many  summers  you  have  wasted  ; 

Ripened  harvests  you  have  seen  ; 
Winter  snows  by  spring  have  melted  ; 

Yet  you  linger  in  your  sin. 

Jesus  for  your  choice  is  waiting  ; 

Tarry  not,  at  once  decide  ; 
While  His  spirit  now  is  striving, 

Build  and  seek  the  Saviour's  side. 


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Cease  of  fitness  to  be  thinking  ; 

Do  not  longer  try  to  feel; 
It  is  trusting  and  not  feeling 

That  will  give  the  Spirit* s  seal. 

Let  your  will  to  God  be  given; 

Trust  in  Christ's  atoning  blood. 
Look  to  Jesus,  now  in  heaven  ; 

Rest  on  His  unchanging  word." 

After  singing  these  precious  words  and  reading  the 
first  chapter  of  Philippians,  we,  each  in  turn,  poured  out 
our  souls  to  God  in  earnest  prayer.  The  witness  of  faith 
was  given  me,  and  I  do  not  think  I  would  ever  again  have 
asked  for  the  blessing  so  sure  was  I  of  receiving.  I 
remember  of  believing  that  the  word  in  this  chapter  was 
ours  from  God  to  us  then  and  there  for  us  in  the  blessed 
fulfillment,  and  that  was  rest — the  rest  which  faith  brings. 
Hallelujah!  We  arose  sweetly  refreshed,  and,  for  the 
present,  satisfied.  The  apostle  in  this  chapter,  by  the 
Spirit,  had  promised  "peace"  and  "grace."  Thanks 
were  given  for  our  ' '  fellowship ' '  from  the  first  day  until 
now.  ' '  Being  confident  of  this  very  thing,  that  He  who 
hath  begun  a  good  work  in  you  will  perform  it  until  the 
day  of  Jesus  Christ."  The  apostle  assured  us  that  we 
were  "partakers  of  His  grace,"  and  "that  He  longed 
after  us  ;  "  and  he  prayed  ' '  that  our  love  might  abound 
yet  more  and  more  in  knowledge  and  in  all  judgment ;  " 
that  we  "might  approve  things  that  are  excellent;" 
that  we  ' '  might  be  sincere  and  without  offense  till  the 


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day  of  Christ,  being  filled  with  the  fruits  of  righteousness 
which  are  by  Jesus  Christ,  unto  the  glory  and  praise  of 
God. ' '  Upon  these  good  things  we  stepped  by  faith  and 
soon  felt  the  rock  beneath  our  feet.  Just  analyze  these 
good  words  and  look  at  them  one  by  one  : 

i.— Gift  of:   "  Grace"  and  "peace." 

2. — "  Thanksgiving  for  us." 

3. — "  Faith  in  His  work  in  us." 

4. — "Assurance  that  we  are  (now)  partakers  of  His 
grace. ' ' 

5. — "  longing  after  us."  (Think  of  it!  even  longing 
after  us.) 

6. — "That  our  love  might  abound  more  and  more  in 
knowledge  and  in  all  judgment." 

7. — "That  we  might  approve  things  which  are 
excellent." 

8. — "That  we  might  be  sincere  and  without  offense  till 
the  day  of  Christ." 

9. — "Being  filled  with  the  fruits  of  righteousness 
which  are  by  Jesus  Christ. ' ' 

10. — "  To  the  glory  and  praise  of  God." 

Could  anything  be  more  replete,  more  solid,  more  secure, 
more  satisfactory,  more  full  of  hope  and  comfort  ?  I  remem- 
ber what  a  sweet  and  restful  and  quiet  state  of  feeling 
possessed  us.  At  the  time  we  said  nothing  more,  as  if 
a  real  contract  had  been  closed  in  with,  and  we  had  no 
further  apprehension  as  to  the  results.  As  for  myself,  I 


62  THE   VIEW  GF  ROSES. 

remember  of  continuing  my  faith  in  this  way — by  occas- 
ionally repeating  the  words  of  St.  Paul :  "  I  am  crucified 
with  Christ,  nevertheless  I  live  ;  yet,  not  I,  but  Christ 
liveth  in  me.' ' 

REVELATIONS  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

The  next  morning,  having  adjusted  all  my  work,  my 
boarder  and  my  husband  being  away  from  the  house, 
and  I  alone,  just  after  making  my  toilet,  and  while  in 
the  act  of  passing  through  the  parlor,  a  glorious  guest 
presented  himself  to  me.  He  was  Jesus,  our  Saviour. 
Quicker  than  I  can  write  one  word  the  light  which  filled 
and  surrounded  me  revealed  thousands  of  marvelous, 
wonderful  and  precious  truths  in  Christ  Jesus.  His 
matchless  beauty  and  grace  shone  down  upon  me,  as 
He  seemed  to  be  standing  at  my  right  hand.  In  an 
instant  His  word  with  mighty  power  flowed  through 
my  heart,  and  witnessed  to  me  the  pardon  of  all  my 
many  sins.  The  peace  and  joy  of  this  knowledge  cannot 
be  told.  O,  His  love  !  I  stood  in  adoring  silence, — in 
speechless  adoration.  In  a  moment  I  saw  and  knew 
that  the  Bible,  from  the  beginning  of  Genesis  to  the  end 
of  Revelations,  was  truth,  God's  mighty  truth.  While 
these  revelations  were  all  within  there  seemed  to  come, 
also,  a  clearness  of  external  vision  ;  the  very  grass  on  the 
lawn  seemed  to  shine.  A  heavenly  beauty  indwelt  and 
enshrouded  me.  He  lifted  upon  me  ' '  the  light  of  His 


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countenance."  O,  the  love  Divine  !  it  seemed  to  break 
my  very  heart  with  its  sweet  and  tender  meltings.  A 
measure  of  all  the  graces  of  the  Spirit  was  bequeathed 
me,  and,  as  far  as  feeling  went,  I  was  as  pure  as  an 
angel.  Our  dear  Jesus  stayed  at  my  side,  manifesting  to 
my  soul's  consciousness  His  glorious  presence,  giving 
"life"  for  the  first  time.  It  was  then  I  knew  the  mean- 
ing of  that  vital  word,  "Eternal  life," — "power" — for 
the  first  time.  I  realized  what  the  strength  of  Jehovah 
meant.  "  Wisdom," — my  finite  mind  seemed  for  once  to 
know  "wisdom," — even  Jesus,  "who  is  made  unto  us 
wisdom."  "Beauty  and  grace!"  Did  I  ever  dream 
that  He,  "the  fairest  among  ten  thousand,"  could  be 
half  so  lovely  and  gracious  ?  Indeed,  I  did  not.  Meek- 
ness !  He,  the  mighty,  grand  and  blessed  God,  seemed 
to  meet  me, — to  come  right  down  on  a  level  with  me. 
This  knowledge  seemed  too  great  for  me, — the  weight 
of  it  and  the  intensity  of  joy  in  my  newly  found  treas- 
ure. The  wonder  is  that  I  retained  my  consciousness 
through  all  the  heavenly  ceremonies  of  this  royal  intro- 
duction. Selah  !  the  psalmist  was  wont  to  write.  He 
failed  to  express  the  full  meaning  and  delight  of  the 
holy  union.  Would  that  I  could  tell  the  hallowed, 
heavenly,  tranquil  serenity  which  pervaded  my  entire 
being  during  this  scene  of  my  Saviour  standing  there 
at  my  side  in  that  humble  cottage.  I  saw  nothing  with 
the  outer  eye  ;  but  feeling  was  now  added  to  faith.  I 
knew  Him  whom  my  soul  loved. 


64  THE    VIE  W  OF  ROSES. 

And  thus  it  was,  dear  reader,  that  I  became  "a  new 
creature, "  as  "  old  things  passed  away' '  under  the  power 
of  the  Holy  Spirit's  revealings  of  my  loving,  living,  risen 
Saviour.  I  do  not  remember  of  speaking  to  any  one  but 
once  for  three  days.  "I  pondered  these  things  in  my 
heart. ' '  All  this  time  the  glorious  guest  was  ever  with  me. 
I  had  come  to  ' '  the  waters  of  Shiloh,  which  flow  softly, ' ' 
and  I  walked  "softly,"  as  if  afraid  my  gentle,  tender, 
precious  One  would  withdraw  His  shining  presence. 

Now  this  was  the  beginning  of  what  I  believed  for. 
This  was  incipient  sanctification,  the  "new  birth,"  the 
"living  in  the  spirit,"  "forgiveness  of  sins,"  "justifi- 
cation by  faith."  Cleared  indeed  was  I  of  all  my  com- 
mitted sins  ;  and  /  knew  it,  hallelujah  !  with  a  sense  of 
continual  joy.  Sprinkled  from  an  evil  conscience, 
blessed  regeneration,  blessed  quickening,  blessed  Sa- 
viour !  Abba,  Father,  O,  how  dearly  wert  Thou  revealed 
unto  me  in  Jesus  !  Blessed  Father,  blessed  Sanctifier  ! 
Glory  to  God.  Thrice  glory  to  God  and  the  Father  for- 
evermore,  amen  !  My  feeling  was  that  of  rest  concerning 
my  salvation,  and  perfect  satisfaction  concerning  every- 
thing. It  seemed  that  my  spirit  was  caught  up  into 
heaven,  and  the  beatitudes  of  the  eternal  realm  pos- 
sessed me,  filled  me.  Glory  to  God  ! 

THE  HOLY  GHOST  TEACHING  ME. 
Previously,  I  remember  of  thinking  that  such  a  sweet 
blessing  as  this  would  be  the  end— a  kind  of  finish  to 


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the  Christian  life.  But,  behold  !  it  was  only  the  begin- 
ning. I  was  now  a  babe, — a  child  of  the  kingdom. 
The  Holy  Spirit  now  in  His  tender  love  began  to  feed 
me,  to  protect  me,  to  provide  for  and  to  teach  and  to 
guide  me.  I  seemed  enfolded  in  the  arms  of  Almighty 
Love, — resting  and  getting  strength  after  this  transition 
from  darkness  to  light, — just  as  the  new  born  babe  in  its 
mother's  arms  lies  softly,  quietly  sleeping,  and  drawing 
nourishment  from  her  loving  breast  ;  not  realizing 
or  knowing  how,  or  thinking  anything  about  it.  Too 
safe  and  contented  to  speculate  on  these  relations,  and 
altogether  unable  to  discuss  them.  But  later  on,  as  the 
little  child  is  taught  to  beware  of  danger  by  running 
into  danger,  so  was  I  of  the  spirit  taught.  At  the  end 
of  the  third  day,  it  being  May  30,  1883,  my  husband  and 
I  went  to  the  opera  house,  where  decoration  services  were 
being  held.  In  taking  this  step  I  was  all  the  while  moved 
not  to  go.  I  really  did  not  desire  anything  of  the  kind. 
Yet  I  went — my  happiness  all  the  while  flowing  on 
within.  While  there  my  face  was  so  radiant  with 
Heavenly  joy  as  to  attract  the  attention  of  even  little 
children,  and  I  longed  to  put  my  arms  around  them  all, 
as  my  love  flowed  so  abundantly. 


THE  FIRST  LESSON. 

As  I  before  stated  I  really  felt  led  not  to  go  ;  but  once 
there  I  began,  by  my  inward  monitor,  to  know  that  even 

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66  THE   VIE  W  OF  ROSES. 

with  the  show  of  goodness  in  such  services  it  was  no 
place  for  me  ;  that  I  belonged  to  a  kingdom  not  of  this 
world.  As  the  band  poured  out  their  loud  strains  of 
national  melodies  ;  and  a  certain  lady,  in  all  the  possible 
beauty  of  worldly  attire,  stood  upon  the  stage  reciting  a 
national  poem.  I  knew  that  such  honors  were  not  in  glory 
to  His  dear  name — whose  I  now  was.  I  resolved  that  I 
would  henceforth  absent  myself  from  all  such  worldly 
associations  in  the  future.  The  services  over,  on  our 
way  home  my  husband  stepped  into  his  store,  and  I 
walked  on  alone.  Passing  a  millinery  store,  and  hap- 
pening to  look  at  the  show  window,  I  thought  of  a  wreath 
which  I  had  sometime  previously  made  up  my  mind  to 
purchase,  and  [impulsively  started  into  the  store.  In  an 
instant  the  Spirit  impressed  me  not  to  buy  the  flowers. 
As  for  me  I  felt  instantly  an  aversion  to  anything  of  the 
kind.  Having  so  precious  a  Saviour  satisfied  me,  and  I 
knew  that  I  did  not  now  love  wordly  adornments.  But 
my  heart  was  so  light  and  gay,  and  the  saleslady  seemed 
so  sweet,  that  just  to  please  her  I  bought  a  wreath  of 
flowers  for  seventy-five  cents,  getting  the  cheapest  one 
possible.  But,  alas  !  as  I  passed  the  threshold  of  that 
door  Jesus  passed  the  threshold  of  my  heart ;  and,  instead 
of  ' '  Christ  within, ' '  that  little  straw-colored  wreath  was 
hung  up  within  for  my  soul  to  look  upon.  O,  what  in- 
describable sorrow  passed  through  me  ;  and  Jesus,  my  one 
loved  treasure,  had  fled  from  my  view,  and  an  object  of 
loathing  hung  up  in  my  spiritual  sky  insinuating  itself 


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to  my  utter  grief.  I  thought  I  should  die  to  have  Him 
thus  absent  Himself.  My  misery  was  utterly  indescrib- 
able. I  walked  home  and  out  into  the  yard,  and  as  by 
the  force  of  habit  went  about  my  evening  duties,  more 
mechanically  than  interestedly.  And  now  the  Devil  set 
in  with  his  temptations  trying  to  cheat  me  with  his 
voice,  which  I  would  not  follow ;  for  the  Holy  Spirit  held 
His  child  still,  though  "for  a  small  moment  He  hid  His 
face  from  me."  I  trusted.  My  faith  held  as  an  anchor. 
Having  seen  and  known  my  Saviour,  how  could  I  but 
trust  Him.  I  felt  that  my  feet  were  on  the  everlasting 
rock,  and  thus  I  was  taught  to  grow  up  into  Him,  deny- 
ing worldly  pleasures.  My  faith  was  once  more  re- 
warded. As  I  walked  into  the  parlor  where  Jesus  first 
met  me,  and  reflected  upon  these  wonderful  dealings, 
and  sitting  down  upon  a  sofa, — behold  !  my  dear  Jesus 
once  more  appeared  to  me  as  before  in  all  His  loving 
nature  and  beauty  ;  and  then  it  was  that  I  wanted  to  fall 
at  His  blessed  feet,  and  to  ask  nothing  more  henceforth 
and  forever  but  to  lie  there  prostrate  before  Him,  and 
worship  His  blessed  name  through  all  the  eternal  ages  to 
come.  But  something  besides  enjoyment  must  come 
to  the  spiritual  as  well  as  *  to  the  natural  child.  There 
must  be  teaching ;  there  must  be  work.  In  spite  of 
this  renewed  presence  to  me*  the  matter  of  the  wreath  of 
flowers  was  not  yet  adjusted,  and  the  next  day  it  still 
clung  to  my  mind,  until  this  thought  came  to  me  :  "I 
know  what  I  can  do.  I  can  take  my  scissors  and  clip  it 


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off  of  the  hat. "  I  did  so,  and  quick  as  thought  it  left  my 
mind  and  never  troubled  me  again.  It  paid  so  well — the 
sweet  relief—  that  I  went  a  step  farther  and  cut  off  a  long 
crimson  plume  from  another  hat.  Thus  one  lesson  was 
dearly  learned,  and  wisdom  gained  therefrom  concerning 
the  vanity  of  worldly  attire,  and  that  our  adorning 
should  be  ' '  the  hidden  man  of  the  heart,  in  that  which 
is  not  corruptible  ;  even  the  ornament  of  a  meek  and 
quiet  spirit,  -which  is  in  the  sight  of  God  of  great  price' ' 
(i  Peter,  iii  14). 

THE  SECOND  BLESSING. 

Notwithstanding  these  marvelous  workings  more  was 
to  follow  quickly.  Hallelujah  !  The  fourth  night  of  this 
walk  in  the  Spirit  I  lay  down  upon  a  sofa,  and,  as  far  as 
feeling  went,  was  perfectly  incompetent  to  go  to  prayer 
meeting,  as  I  was  wont  to  do  ;  but,  with  my  new  guest  to 
draw  strength  from  moment  by  moment,  I  resolved  to  go — 
and  go  I  did.  My  husband  and  I  went  together,  as  usual. 
Praise  God  for  this  beloved  companionship.  There,  in 
that  little  meeting,  I  testified  to  pastor  and  brethren  and 
sisters  that  my  former  Christian  life  had  been  a  failure  ; 
and  that  I  had  never  known  peace  or  pardon,  or  my 
precious  Saviour,  until  the  previous  Monday  morning. 
This  was  Thursday  night.  I  then  told  them  of  my  Sav- 
iour's manifesting  Himself  to  me,  and  the  blessed  and 
gracious  presence  of  the  ' '  peace  which  passeth  under- 
standing." Feeling  at  the  time  that  this  blessing  was 


THE   VIE  W  OF  ROSES.  69 

entire  sanctification,  the  Spirit's  movings  upon  my  heart 
seemed  unaccountable,  for  I  was  thrown  into  a  state  of 
deep  conviction  right  then  and  there, — a  painful  longing 
for  something  more,  I  knew  not  what.  All  I  could  pray  for 
was  for  "  all  the  fullness  of  God."  This  I  did  repeatedly. 
Then  after  testifying  in  that  meeting,  as  conviction  deep- 
ened within  me,  I  consecrated  again  fully  in  these  words 
of  the  hymn  : 

"Lord,  lam  Thine,entirely  Thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine  ; 
With  full  consent  Thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  Thy  perfect  right  in  me." 

And  so  left  all  with  Him.  The  next  morning  about 
the  same  time  our  Saviour  appeared  to  me  as  at  first, 
and  in  the  same  room,  no  one  else  being  in  the  house, 
all  at  once  /  was  filled  with  the  Spirit.  A  holy  sensation 
as  of  tiny  wings  moved  in  my  breast  with  an  indescrib- 
ably precious  experience,  proving  in  blessed  illustration 
the  Scripture  in  Malachi  iv:  2  :  "  But  unto  you  that  fear 
My  name  shall  the  Son  of  Righteousness  arise,  with  heal- 
ing in  His  wings." 

BAPTISM  OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 

Looking  up  to  Heaven  as  if  for  an  explanation  of 
this  new  revelation  there  came  a  voice  to  me,  accom- 
panied by  a  shower  of  praise  expressed  in  the  words  : 
u  Glory  to  God!  Glory  to  God!!  Glory  to  God!!!" 
How  oft  I  repeated  these  words  I  know  not ;  but  many, 


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many  times  I  said  them  over  and  over  as  I  walked 
through  the  rooms  and  clapped  my  hands,  rejoicing  with 
"  unspeakable  joy."  I  realized  that  this  was  what  our 
Saviour  meant  when  He  said  to  the  woman  at  the  well : 
"  But  the  hour  cometh,  and  now  is  when  the  true  wor- 
shipers shall  worship  the  Father  in  spirit  and.  in  truth, 
for  the  Father  seeketh  such  to  worship  Him.  God  is  a 
spirit,  and  they  that  worship  Him  must  worship  Him  in 
spirit  and  in  truth"  (John  iv  :  23,  24).  My  joy  was 
full.  Like  the  blessing  of  pardon,  this  blessing  of  heart 
purity  was  instantaneous,  and  it  proved  the  death-blow  to 
self.  Having  received  a  new  nature  old  things  passed 
away.  The  Divine  Guest  came  in  and  spake  to  me  in 
thunder  tones  and  with  the  quickness  of  electricity  : 
' '  I  in  thee  and  thou  in  Me  ;  "  "  Ask  what  ye  will  in  My 
name  and  ye  shall  have  it ;  "  "  Faith  without  works  is 
dead."  This  was  in  the  voice  of  God  and  was  heard 
within.  "They  shall  hear  My  voice,"  saith  Jesus. 
Would  that  I  could  describe  the  sweetness  of  that  voice, 
and  the  Heavenly  effect  as  it  fell  upon  the  ear  of  my 
soul.  The  Spirit  fed  me  with  many  blessed  words, 
among  which  were  these  in  Heb.  xii  :  ' '  See  that  ye 
refuse  not  Him  that  speaketh,  for  if  they  escaped  not 
who  refused  Him  that  spake  on  earth,  much  more  shall 
not  we  escape  if  we  turn  away  from  Him  that  speaketh 
from  Heaven:  Whose  voice  then  shook  the  earth;  but  now 
He  hath  promised,  saying,  Yet  once  more  I  shake  not 
the  earth  only,  but  also  Heaven.  And  this  word,  Yet 


THE    VIEW  OF  ROSES.  71 

once  more,  signifieth  the  removing  of  those  things  that  are 
shaken,  as  of  things  that  are  made,  that  those  things 
which  cannot  be  shaken  may  remain.  Wherefore,  we 
receiving  a  kingdom  which  cannot  be  moved,  let  us  have 
grace,  whereby  we  may  serve  God  acceptably  with  rever- 
ence and  Godly  fear;  for  our  God  is  a  consuming  fire." 
These  words  made  me  tremble.  You  know,  dear  Bible 
student,  God  speaks  of  those  who  ' '  tremble  at  his  words, ' ' 
and  He  saith  also  :  ' '  Work  out  your  salvation  with  fear 
and  trembling,  for  it  is  God  that  worketh  in  you  to  will  and 
to  do,  of  his  good  pleasure."  As  I  retired  to  rest  under 
the  influence  of  the  Spirit's  blessed  teaching,  a  terrible 
trembling  passed  all  through  me,  and  I  even  laid  my 
hands  on  my  body  to  see  if  it-  were  trembling  ;  but  the 
shaking  was  within  my  heart, — in  the  old  ruined  paradise  ; 
that  evil  was  moving  out  as  God  took  complete  possession ; 
and  blessed  be  His  name,  He  gave  me  a  view  of  my  carnal 
mind,  and  the  sight  would  have  been  appalling  but  for 
His  all-comforting  presence.  The  death  was  painful 
indeed  ;  but  the  grand  new  life  sustained  by  His  power 
rose  up  in  a  living  "  tree  of  righteousness,  the  planting 
of  the  Lord."  And  the  foul  mass  of  corruption  which  lay 
dead  could  not  contaminate  or  defile  it ;  but  instead  it 
was  nourished  and  beautified  with  the  water  of  the 
Euphrates  river,  which  flowed  once  more  in  streams  of 
' '  perfect  love  ' '  through  its  channels  from  the  ' '  hills  of 
God,"  and  I  drank  freely  of  its  delicious  fountain  and  was 
satisfied.  This,  too,  was  a  conscious  fact. 


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THE  FIRE. 

This  came  too,  at  first  as  a  pure  and  healing  burning, 
which  I  felt  throughout  my  entire  being  in  a  conscious  way. 
All  these  realities  came  in  a  much  shorter  time  than  it 
were  possible  to  write  them.  And  this,  the  baptism  of 
fire,  proved  to  be  a  very  fitting  prelude  to  the  "fiery" 
ordeal  of  spiritual  suffering  in  my  union  with  the  suffer- 
ings of  our  Saviour. 

GETHSEMANE. 

During  these  operations  of  "the  Spirit  that  I  might 
benefit  withal, ' '  once  in  the  midnight  hour  I  was  led  by 
the  Spirit  out  of  my  room  into  an  adjoining  one  unoc- 
pied,  and  there  in  a  most  mysterious  way  I  was  pros- 
trated upon  my  face,  and  drank  in  with  our  dear  Jesus 
of  the  agonies  of  the  dark  hour  of  His  passion.  There 
I  tasted  of  His  sufferings  for  a  lost  world.  But,  won- 
drous truth,  this  weight  of  unutterable  pain  was  so  light- 
ened by  His  conscious  presence  as  to  make  it  throughout 
the  very  dearest  of  all  the  blessings  yet  experienced, — 
the  blessing  of  sharing  His  sufferings.  O,  the  blessed- 
ness of  that  midnight  hour  !  How  long  I  lay  there  on 
the  carpet  in  the  cold  room  with  only  my  night-robe  over 
me  I  cannot  tell.  But  this,  be  it  said  most  reverently, 
was  only  another  of  the  precious  love-lessons  of  our 
dear  Jesus.  And  I  rejoiced  with  "exceeding  joy"  that 
one  so  unworthy  should  be  counted  worthy  to  receive 


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such  honor.  "He  that  honoreth  me  I  will  honor/' 
saith  the  Lord.  It  was  this  part  of  my  experience 
which  proved  the  motive  power  to  my  soul-saving  zeal. 
I  saw  the  awful  scene  of  a  world  sinking  into  hell,  and 
the  Saviour's  loving  arms  outstretched  to  save.  O,  He 
made  it  so  real  to  my  very  heart.  Glory  to  God  ! 

A  "WORD"  LESSON. 

On  Sunday  morning,  after  the  baptism  with  its  scenes 
of  death  to  self  and  life  in  Christ,  I  was  led  by  the 
Spirit  to  an  east  window  in  my  room.  Realizing  "the 
fullness  of  God,"  and  lifting  up  my  hands  inclosing  my 
Bible,  prayed  for  His  word  to  be  given  me,  and  quick 
as  thought  opened  on  the  i2ist  Psalm.  It  seemed  that 
the  Spirit  did  it,  guiding  my  hands.  With  what  sweet 
spiritual  joy  I  read  this  comforting  word  and  promise.  I 
give  it  below ;  read  it,  please  : 

PSALM  cxxi. 

"I  will  lift  up  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills,  from  whence  cometh 
my  help. 

"2.  My  help  cometh  from  the  Lord,  which  made  heaven  and 
earth. 

U3.  He  will  not  suffer  thy  foot  to  be  moved:  He  that  keepeth 
thee  will  not  slumber. 

"4.  Behold,  He  that  keepeth  Israel  shall  neither  slumber  nor 
sleep. 

"  5.  The  Lord  is  thy  keeper :  the  Lord  is  thy  shade  upon  thy 
right  hand. 


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"6.  The  sun  shall  not  smite  thee  by  day,  nor  the  moon  by 
night. 

"7.  The  Lord  shall  preserve  thee  from  all  evil :  He  shall  pre- 
serve thy  soul. 

"8.  The  Lord  shall  preserve  thy  going  out  and  thy  coming  in 
from  this  time  forth,  and  even  foreverniore. " 

How  precious  this  living  water  of  the  Word  tasted  to 
my  thirsty  soul.  I  drank  it  in  and  besought  the  lyord  for 
more,  when  quick  as  thought  the  Spirit  gave  me 


ISAIAH  LIV. 

"Sing,  O  barren,  thou  that  didst  not  bear:  break  forth  into 
singing,  and  cry  aloud,  thou  that  didst  not  travail  with  child  : 
for  more  are  the  children  of  the  desolate  than  the  children  of  the 
married  wife,  saith  the  Lord. 

"  2.  Enlarge  the  place  of  thy  tent,  and  let  them  stretch  forth 
the  curtains  of  thine  habitations  ;  spare  not,  lengthen  th}^  cords, 
and  strengthen  thy  stakes  ; 

"3.  For  thou  shalt  break  forth  on  the  right  hand  and  on  the 
left,  and  thy  seed  shall  inherit  the  Gentiles  and  make  the  des- 
olate cities  to  be  inhabited. 

<l  4.  Fear  not ;  for  thou  shalt  not  be  ashamed ;  neither  be  thou 
confounded  ;  for  thou  shalt  not  be  put  to  shame  ;  for  thou  shalt 
forget  the  shame  of  thy  youth,  and  shalt  not  remember  the  re- 
proach of  thy  widowhood  any  more. 

"  5.  For  thy  Maker  is  thine  husband  ;  the  Lord  of  Hosts  is  His 
name  ;  and  thy  Redeemer  the  Holy  One  of  Israel;  the  God  of  the 
whole  earth  shall  He  be  called. 

"6.  For  the  Lord  hath  called  thee  as  a  woman  forsaken  and 
grieved  in  spirit,  and  a  wife  of  youth,,  when  thou  wast  refused, 
saith  thy  God. 


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"  7.  For  a  small  moment  have  I  forsaken  thee  ;  but  with  great 
mercies  will  I  gather  thee . 

"  8.  In  a  little  wrath  I  hid  my  face  from  thee  for  a  moment ; 
but  with  everlasting  kindness  will  I  have  mercy  on  thee,  saith  the 
Lord  thy  Redeemer. 

"  9.  For  this  is  as  the  waters  of  Noah  unto  me  :  for  as  I  have 
sworn  that  the  waters  of  Noah  should  no  more  go  over  the  earth, 
so  have  I  sworn  that  I  would  not  be  wroth  with  thee,  nor  rebuke 
thee. 

"  10.  For  the  mountains  shall  depart,  and  the  hills  be  removed  ; 
but  my  kindness  shall  not  depart  from  thee,  neither  shall  the 
covenant  of  my  peace  be  removed,  saith  the  Lord  that  hath 
mercy  on  thee. 

"  n.  O  thou  afflicted,  tossed  with  tempest,  and  not  comforted, 
behold,  I  will  lay  thy  stones  with  fair  colors,  and  lay  thy  foun- 
dations with  sapphires. 

"  12.  And  I  will  make  thy  windows  of  agates,  and  thy  gates  of 
carbuncles,  and  all  thy  borders  of  pleasant  stones. 

"13.  And  all  thy  children  shall  be  taught  of  the  Lord  ;  and 
great  shall  be  the  peace  of  thy  children. 

"  14.  In  righteousness  shalt  thou  be  established  :  thou  shalt  be 
far  from  oppression  ;  for  thou  shalt  not  fear  :  and  from  terror  ;  for 
it  shall  not  come  near  thee. 

"  15.  Behold,  they  shall  surely  gather  togither,  but  not  by  me  : 
whosoever  shall  gather  together  against  thee  shall  fall  for  thy 
sake. 

"  16.  Behold,  I  have  created  the  smith  that  bloweth  the  coals  in 
the  fire,  and  that  bringeth  forth  an  instrument -for  his  work  ;  and 
I  have  created  the  waster  to  destroy. 

"  17.  No  weapon  that  is  formed  against  thee  shall  prosper  ; 
and  every  tongue  that  shall  rise  against  thee  in  judgment  thou 
shalt  condemn.  This  is  the  heritage  of  the  servants  of  the  Lord, 
and  their  righteousness  is  of  me,  saith  the  Lord." 


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THE  FAST. 

To  show  the  relation  of  this  inward  experience  to  that 
in  the  life  of  our  Saviour,  I  would  record  a  special  expe- 
rience just  after  receiving  the  baptism  of  the  Holy 
Ghost,  which  lasted  through  the  space  of  about  forty 
days,  and  impressed  me  vividly  at  the  time-  -the  sweet 
and  endearing  nearness  to  Him  in  this  inward  life  out- 
wardly manifested.  During  all  these  days  I  cared  not 
to  eat  So  deep  was  the  fast  brought  on  by  this  won- 
drous knowledge  of  Divine  lyife,  I  thought  I  should 
never  care  for  bodily  food.  I  ate  a  little  occasionally,  but 
after  all  it  was  one  long  fast.  At  the  end  of  this  period 
I  was  one  day  at  the  house  of  dear  Sister  Agustine,  and 
all  at  once  ' '  I  hungered. ' '  When  I  told  her  she  prepared 
food  for  me  with  kindest  attention. 

TEMPTATIONS. 

These  were  strewn  thickly  all  along.  Very  wily  was 
the  arch  enemy,  as  he  suggested  to  me  to  close  my  eyes 
while  walking  along  some  dangerous  place  in  the  street, 
and  then  when  I  would  not  he  accused  me  of  not  trust- 
ing in  Jesus,  who  was  able  to  keep  me  even  with  my 
eyes  closed.  I  'felt  as  sure  of  that  as  he  did,  but  I 
would  not  mind  him.  I  might  have  said,  "it  is  writ- 
ten," but  I  was  a  novice  in  divine  things  on  that  line, 
and  the  Father  kept  me  and  would  not  allow  me  to 
follow  a  stranger's  voice.  While  sewing  the  tempter 


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would  sometimes  say  :  "  It  is  no  use  to  go  by  patterns  or 
measures  ;  just  take  the  scissors  and  the  Lord  will  guide 
your  hand.  The  old  enemy  would  impress  me  strongly 
with  the  comparative  facility  of  such  a  course,  and  no 
one  can  imagine  how  I  would  suffer  and  be  tried  under 
this  ordeal.  But  the  Father  looked  on  and  strengthened 
His  child  by  the  Spirit's  power.  One  day  while  at  a 
friend's  two  dogs  began  fighting  right  at  my  feet,  and 
in  sudden  alarm  I  ran  from  them,  when  Satan  assaulted 
me  afresh  with,  "You  cannot  be  sanctified  or  you  would 
not  be  afraid."  Keen  suffering  always  attended  these 
moments  for  the  instant,  at  least,  on  account  of  the  sud- 
denness and  emphasis  with  which  his  impressions  were 
forced  upon  me.  As  time  went  on,  of  course,  I  learned 
to  gather  strength  and  victory  right  in  the  thickest  of 
the  fight.  One  day  while  in  the  act  of  taking  a  bath  the 
enemy  hurled  this  Scripture  upon  me,  ' '  Thou  canst  not 
make  thee  clean,  though  thou  wash  thee  with  niter  and 
take  thee  much  soap. ' '  His  idea  evidently  was  in  some 
way  to  get  me  to  doubt  my  inward  cleansing. 

This  was  the  day  after  I  was  sanctified.  I  knew  I  was 
clean,  but  robing  myself  at  once  I  knelt  before  God,  and 
quicker  than  thought  the  Spirit  made  me  know  that  it 
was  Satan  tempting  me.  I  laughed  outright  for  very  joy 
at  having  such  a  blessed  comforter  and  deliverer.  I  then 
resumed  my  bath  with  perfect  rest.  And  thus  was  I 
taught  the  way  of  faith.  I  knew  that  I  had  been  par- 
doned and  sanctified  by  faith,  and  now  I  was  being 


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taught  that  I  was  to  be  "  kept  by  the  power  of  God 
through  faith."  "  He  was  tempted  in  all  points  like  as 
we  are,  yet  without  sin."  To  tell  of  all  the  fierce  con- 
flicts on  this  line  would  be  impossible.  At  one  time  I 
lay  awake  for  a  whole  night  resisting  the  Devil,  who  gave 
me  intense  suffering  through  temptation.  I  finally  said 
aloud,  "  If  I  had  to  lay  awake  here  and  say  it  a  thousand 
times,  'I  will  trust  in  Jesus,'  I  will  continue  to  trust  in 
Him."  I  then  soon  after  got  relief.  At  such  times  as 
these  the  Scripture,  in  i  Pet.  iv  :  12,  13, — "Beloved,  think 
it  not  strange  concerning  the  fiery  trial  which  is  to  try 
you  as  though  some  strange  thing  happened  unto  you : 
but  rejoice  inasmuch  as  ye  are  partakers  of  His  suffer- 
ings, that  when  His  glory  shall  be  revealed  ye  may  be 
glad  also  with  exceeding  joy," — gave  me  sweet  relief, 
and  so  I  went  on  trusting.  Hallelujah  ! 

"  Inasmuch  as  He  hath  suffered,  being  tempted,  He 
knoweth  how  to  deliver  the  Godly  out  of  temptation." 
4 '  God  is  faithful,  who  will  not  suffer  you  to  be  tempted 
above  that  ye  are  able ;  but  will  with  the  temptation 
make  a  way  of  escape,  that  ye  may  be  able  to  bear  it' ' 
(i  Cor.  x  :  13).  O,  how  often  this  precious  promise  has 
sustained  and  comforted  my  soul  in  the  last  ten  years. 
Praise  the  Lord  ! 

"  Blessed  is  the  man  that  endureth  temptation,  for  when 
he  is  tried  he  shall  receive  the  crown  of  life,  which  the 
Lord  hath  promised  to  them  that  Love  Him"  (James 


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IMMANUEL. 

To  know  Him  is  to  love  Him, 
To  see  Him  to  adore  ; 
To  walk  with  Him  is  bliss 
And  glory  evermore. 

Hold  thou  my  hand,  dear  Saviour ; 
My  heart,  O,  seal  it  thine  ! 
Thy  spirit  give  to  heal  me  ; 
And  all  my  powers  refine. 

I'm  blest,  I'm  blest,  dear  Jesus  ; 
Just  now  Thou  hearest  prayer  ; 
A  quiet  calm  pervadeth, 
Removing  every  care. 

Praise  God,  my  soul  most  happy, 
For  sanctifying  love ; 
'Tis  this  sweet  gift,  O,  Saviour  ! 
Prepares  for  realms  above, — 

Where,  in  Thy  glorious  presence, 
In  heaven's  fragrant  air, 
I'll  praise  Thy  name  forever, 
With  saints  and  angels  fair. 


PART  II. 


WORK  FOR  JESUS. 

A VING  sought  and  found  ' '  the  kingdom  of 
God  and  His  righteousness, "  ' '  all  things' ' 
began  to  be  added.  Among  my  first  feel- 
ings was  the  consuming  love  and  desire 
for  the  salvation  of  souls.  Opportunity 
offered  daily,  and  through  my  own  bodily  weakness  the 
Lord  worked  mightily,  "  the  spirit  of  glory  and  of  God 
resting  upon  me."  At  an  early  Sunday  morning  meet- 
ing— the  first  after  receiving  ' '  purity  ' ' — the  Lord  enabled 
me  to  testify  to  the  baptism  of  the  spirit  and  the  precious 
result  in  the  words  of  the  hymn  : 

"I  have  entered  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet, 
And  Jesus  abides  with  me  here  ; 

And  the  Spirit  and  blood  make  my  cleansing  complete, 
And  His  perfect  love  casteth  out  fear. ' ' 


82  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

I  most  earnestly  exhorted  them  to  ' '  believe  and 
receive  and  confess  Him,  that  all  His  salvation  may 
see."  O,  the  joy  of  that  first  Sabbath  day  in  Canaan  ! 
I  desired  to  take  the  whole  world  in  my  arms,  as  He 
poured  His  streams  of  love  afresh  through  my  soul. 
How  I  did  praise  the  Lord  with  singing  and  with  shout- 
ing. ' '  He  that  maketh  mention  of  the  Lord  let  him  not 
keep  silence."  As  before  it  sometimes  had  been  a  cross 
to  speak,  so  from  this  time  on  the  order  was  reversed. 
The  cross  lay  in  keeping  still.  The  whole  church  were 
stirred,  the  minister  and  class  leader  desiring  that  all 
might  be  thus  blessed.  But  this  was  to  be  no — "  Peace, 
peace,  when  there  is  no  peace" — warfare,  no  "building 
with  untempered  mortar  ; ' '  for  the  Holy  Ghost  was  now 
at  work.  Blessed  spirit  of  truth !  The  following 
prayer-meeting  evening  the  spirit  in  me  warned  them  to 
do  as  did  the  woman  who  lighted  the  candle  and  searched 
for  the  piece  of  lost  silver.  It  was  made  so  clear  to  me 
that  the  lost  piece  was  heart  purity.  How  I  longed  for 
the  pastor  to  have  all  stay  until  by  faith  it  was  restored 
to  each.  Can  you  imagine  how  surprised  I  was  when 
some  of  them  so  little  realized  its  worth — its  priceless 
worth — as  to  go  off  to  the  home  of  one  of  the  members 
and  hold  a  party  that  very  evening  ?  But  God  walked  in 
me,  and  in  a  few  days  I  found  on  my  table  a  number  of 
slips  of  paper,  each  bearing  on  its  fair  bosom  a  text  of 
God's  living  truth.  I  was  wondering  how  to  use  them, 
when  in  came  two  sisters  of  the  church,  and  invited  me 


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to  a  surprise  party  for  an  old  but  fashionable  lady  in  the 
church.  God  had  a  work  there  that  night ;  and  little  did 
that  crowd  realize  the  holy  joy  which  filled  one  simple 
heart  as  I  passed  from  one  to  another  through  that 
throng  of  professing  Christians  and  handed  a  little  slip 
of  paper  to  each  one  of  them  :  "  How  can  you  believe, 
which  receive  honor  one  of  another,  and  receive  not  the 
honor  which  cometh  from  God  alone  ? ' '  This  pointed 
passage  found  its  way  among  the  rest,  and  cut  deep  into 
the  convictions  of  many.  In  this  ministry,  however,  the 
angry  countenance  of  "  the  man  of  sin  "  was  discernible 
on  some  faces.  It  was  the  same  which  at  one  time  tried 
to  cast  Jesus  of  Nazareth  down  from  the  brow  of  the 
hill,  just  because  He  hinted  to  them,  in  the  gentlest 
manner  possible,  that  there  were  not  many  who 
' '  believed. ' '  In  less  than  a  week  the  pastor  gave  out 
that  I  was  crazy.  Now  the  "fight  of  faith"  began  in 
earnest,  and  it  was  the  faith  which  was  moved  by  love. 
"God  is  love." 

STREET  WORK. 

Neglecting  the  rules  of  modern  etiquette,  these  little 
white-winged  messengers  were  scattered  through  the 
streets  as  profusely  as  advertisements  or  show-bills. 
And  why  should  they  not  be  ?  They  were  thrown  into 
windows  and  pushed  under  doors,  as  the  child  of  God 
felt  the  necessity  of  arresting  the  attention  of  the  masses 
concerning  their  neglect  of  God's  offers  of  free  grace,  and 


84  THE   VIE  W  OF  ROSES. 

the  necessity  of  at  once  seeking  to  "flee  the  wrath  to 
come."  In  doing  this  we  realized  the  blessedness  of 
''sowing  beside  all  waters." 

VISITING  SLUMS. 

"Condescend  to  men  of  low  estate  "  (Rom.  xii :  16). 

We  felt  a  desire  to  go  down  to  the  very  lowest  strata 
and  ' '  rescue  the  perishing. ' '  We  felt  a  deep  sympathy 
for  those  who  had  not  been  favored  with  good  advan- 
tages or  opportunities  for  coining  to  Christ.  We  pitied 
those  whom  we  feared  had  never  heard  the  Gospel  mes- 
sage, and  to  these  we  went  among  the  very  first.  And  we 
did  not  go  in  vain.  Under  the  door  of  a  brothel  this  little 
text  was  slipped,  "  Go  in  peace  and  sin  no  more."  This 
was  followed  up  by  a  call  upon  the  same  person.  One 
of  the  inmates  of  the  place  wrung  her  hands,  and  with 
streaming  eyes  confessed  the  power  divine.  Another 
promised  to  cease  the  life  of  sin.  Others  were  drawn  to 
us  as  by  some  unseen  magnet.  Another,  who  at  first 
reluctantly  received  us,  was  through  our  prayers  and 
personal  dealings  melted  to  tears,  insisting  upon  kissing 
us  when  we  left  the  house,  inviting  us  to  come  again. 
Singing  and  praying  and  reading  the  word  to  them,— 
thus  it  was  we  went  these  rounds  with  much  joy, 
heavenly  smiles,  or  sometimes,  if  refused  an  entrance, 
we  wept,  and  then  and  there  drank  in  the  sweet,  sweet 
blessing  of  "going  forth  with  weeping,  bearing  precious 


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seed,"  believing  that  in  due  time  we  would  return  bear- 
ing our  sheaves  with  us. 


SALOONS  VISITED. 

The  word  of  God  was  published  here  also.  Drunk- 
ards were  often  turned  away  from  the  haunts  of  vice  by 
this  means.  A  brother  who  had  formerly  been  converted 
in  the  Salvation  Army,  but  wandered  away  from  it, 
was  given  a  Gospel  tract  at  one  of  these  dives.  It  was 
the  means  of  reclaiming  him  ;  and  he  testified  this  to  one 
of  the  brethren  with  joy,  saying  he  thought  I  was  a  real 
lassie  of  the  Army. 

On  a  Sunday  morning  once,  when  one  of  these  dens 
was  well  filled  with  men,  some  songs  were  sung  and  tracts 
given  out  to  each,  and  speedily  one  young  man  went  out 
and  was  followed  by  all  the  rest,  leaving  the  keeper  alone 
and  in  a  rage  against  us.  Approaching  one  on  a  certain 
Sunday  afternoon,  a  crowd  was  seen  gathering  in  front, 
and  it  was  soon  discovered  that  two  men  were  fighting. 
As  it  was  out  of  the  question  to  enter  or  to  distribute 
them  in  the  usual  way,  a  package  of  them  was  thrown 
high  up  in  the  air,  and,  raining  down  a  shower  over  their 
heads,  their  attention  was  arrested.  The  tracts  were 
picked  up  by  one  or  another,  and  the  crowd  dispersed. 
Prayer  was  always  the  motive  power  in  all  these  min- 
istrations so  unusual.  The  lower  and  more  sunken  in 
degredation  these  men  were  the  more  they  seemed  to 


86  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

appreciate  these  calls, — sometimes  touching  their  hats 
and  bowing  with  unfeigned  respect.  We  thought  they 
took  courage,  and  a  hope  for  deliverance  from  the  chains 
which  bound  them  to  the  curse  of  intemperance.  We 
noticed  a  difference  in  the  more  aristocratic  saloons,  as 
if  they  trusted  in  their  respectability  and  more  favorable 
quarters  and  appointments,  or  perhaps  in  ' '  high  license. ' ' 

VISITING  FROM  HOUSE  TO  HOUSE. 

So  anxious  were  we  to  get  the  facts  of  God's  blessed 
salvation  from  a  real  experimental  standpoint  upon  the 
minds  of  the  people,  that  I  went  oftimes  alone  "from 
house  to  house  telling  the  joyful  news."  Each  day  as 
soon  as  home  duties  were  done  I  made  these  rounds  with 
the  Holy  Spirit's  attendance. 

In  many  a  humble  home  Jesus  was  accepted,  oftimes 
with  tears  and  true  sorrow  for  sin.  Truly  there  was  a 
nocking  home  to  the  fold.  "  The  poor  shall  hear  thereot 
and  be  glad."  This  scripture  we  saw  fulfilled.  On  sev- 
eral occasions,  as  we  stood  at  the  door  of  some  aristocrat, 
and  prayed  this  prayer,  "  L,ord,  let  thy  peace  come  unto 
this  house,"  some  lady  would  come  and  bid  us  "  depart." 
We  did,  with  much  love,  praying,  "Father,  forgive 
them."  Our  peace  "returned  unto  us."  Recently  I 
met  one  of  these  ladies  who  did  so  as  much  as  eight 
years  ago.  She  was  very  kind,  and  pressed  my  hand 
tenderly.  Who  knows  but  she  may  yet  be  saved  ?  ' '  Your 


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labor  is  not  in  vain  in  the  Lord ' '  has  always  been  a  very 
comforting  word  to  us  in  all  our  work  for  Jesus. 

CHURCH  SERVICES. 

These  were  punctually  attended  in  the  power  of  the 
Holy  Spirit,  a  constant  stream  of  testimony  pouring 
through  our  hearts  from  the  throne  in  the  "Holy  of 
Holies,"  within  where  our  dear  Jesus  sat  reigning  in 
triumph.  The  continued  exhortations  to  all  to  seek  a 
more  vital  experience — even  holiness — moved  one  woman 
with  anger,  and  she  wrote  me  an  anonymous  letter.  I 
read  it,  and  then  laid  it  out  upon  the  bed  before  the 
Lord,  and  kneeling  there  by  my  bedside  I  prayed  the 
Lord  for  Christ's  sake  to  sanctify  the  author  of  it. 
Soon  my  prayer  was  answered  by  the  sister  asking  my 
forgiveness,  and  her  profession  of  the  blessing  of  sancti- 
fication. 

I  could  not  withhold  an  invitation  for  any  and  all  who 
would  do  so  to  meet  at  our  home  for  earnest  seeking  for 
deeper  things  in  God.  Quite  a  number  came  at  first,  and 
a  blessed  revival  spirit  was  springing  up,  but  Satan 
hindered,  and  the  numbers  decreased.  Five  of  us,  how- 
ever, continued  steadfastly  to  meet  every  week  for  prayer 
to  our  almighty  and  omniscient  God  to  let  down  His 
sanctifying  power  upon  His  people.  This  was  kept  up, 
and  in  a  short  time  three  new  ones  were  blessedly  sanc- 
tified. Glory  to  God  !  These  souls  added  to  us  began 


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an  aggressive  warfare  on  sin,  giving  praise  to  their 
redeemer.  A  number  of  others  began  seeking  the  Lord, 
coming  to  our  home  in  the  intervals  to  inquire  about 
the  blessed  way  of  salvation  through  faith  in  the  atone- 
ment of  our  Saviour,  desiring  purity  of  heart  through  the 
precious  blood  of  Jesus. 


CORRESPONDENCE. 

In  the  mean  time  hundreds  of  letters  were  written 
under  the  power  of  the  spirit  to  distant  relatives,  friends, 
acquaintances,  and  even  to  strangers,  containing  testi- 
mony to  the  blessedness  of  the  experience  of  holiness. 
Great  good  was  done  in  this  manner,  all  being  convinced 
of  their  need  of  salvation, — some  seeking  it  and  others 
professing  the  obtaining  of  it, — among  them  a  strange 
lady  in  Eastern  Nevada,  who  was  enabled,  with  great 
joy,  to  take  Jesus  as  her  sanctifier  and  her  healer,  and 
has  since  given  evidence  of  a  holy  life  in  active  Christian 
work  in  all  the  region  where  she  lives,  and  success  in 
winning  souls  for  the  past  nine  years,  and  she  the  most 
weak  physically.  So  much  for  power  divine.  Hallelujah  ! 


PERSECUTION. 

The  most  of  this  came  from  luke-warm  professors  who 
disliked  a  holy  zeal.     Sometimes  it  came  also  through 


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worldly  channels.  One  Monday  morning  a  neighbor 
said  to  me  concerning  our  meetings,  "  Don't  you  think 
you  are  carrying  them  too1  far  ? "  I  begged  her  to  explain 
her  meaning.  She  then  showed  me  in  the  Saturday 
evening's  Reno  Gazette  (March  19,  1887)  a  little  notice 
which  I  had  not  seen,  and  which  I  now  transcribe  : 

"Another  victim  of  the  Salvation  Army.  Laura  Larson,  for 
some  time  past  a  domestic  in  the  house  of  J.  Novacovich,  on  West 
Street,  was  taken  into  custody  this  afternoon,  charged  with 
insanity.  She  is  another  victim  of  the  Salvation  Army,  having,  it  is 
said,  attended  and  taken  an  active  part  in  the  meetings  held  of  late 
by  Mrs.  Peck.  The  demented  woman  is  at  times  violent,  and  says 
that  she  personifies  God  Almighty.  She  curses  many  she  sees, 
and  tells  of  the  flighty  things  preached  by  the  Salvationists. 
Judge  Bigelow  will  arrive  in  Reno  on  Monday,  when  action  can  be 
taken  on  her  probable  commitment  to  the  asylum." 

Previous  to  this,  all  slanders  had  been  permitted  to 
float  out  without  a  word  of  self-defense  ;  but  we  deemed 
that  this  should  be  replied  to,  hence  the  following 
explanation,  which  was  published  in  the  Gazette  the  fol- 
lowing Monday  evening. 


EXPLANATION. 

"  RENO,  NEV.,  Mar.  21,  1887. 

"  To  the  Editor  of  the  Reno  Gazette  :  'In  the  cause  of  truth,  and 
with  all  due  regard  to  the  readers  of  the  Gazette,  I  deem  it  my 
duty  to  make  a  statement  concerning  the  Saturday's  report  in  the 
case  of  Mrs.  Laura  Larson.  This  person  never  attended  one  of 


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our  meetings.  However,  I  remember  of  inviting  her,  as  I  did  also 
Mrs.  Novacovich  and  other  neighbors  and  acquaintances,  as 
opportunity  has  offered.  The  woman  was  only  once  in  my  house, 
and  then  only  for  a  few  minutes,  in  company  with  a  child  who 
belongs  to  my  Bible  class.  I  should  possibly  add  that  the  meet- 
ings referred  to  are  not  under  the  auspices  of  the  Salvation  Army, 
as  stated,  but  are  merely  private  and  quiet  gatherings  of  a  few 
humble  souls  who  desire  to  lead  Christian  lives,  and  lead  others, 
also,  so  to  do.  May  this  testimony  be  kindly  received  is  my  earn- 
est wish,  with  the  best  of  feelings  to  all,  as  mistakes  will  and  must 
often  occur.  Respectfully, 

"  MRS.  MINNIE  H.  PECK." 


REVIVAL  IN  THE  PASTOR'S  ABSENCE. 

From  the  time  the  blessed  Holy  Ghost  came  the  fire 
spread,  catching  upon  the  garments  of  this  or  of  that 
one,  and  burning  out  the  dross  of  sin.  Soon  after  Con- 
ference our  pastor,  Brother  De  L,amatyr,  went  Hast  to 
attend  the  wedding  of  his  daughter.  This  gave  a  few 
shining  "lights  along  the  shore"  to  blaze  forth 
resplendently.  Jesus  was  held  up,  and  his  word  of  life 
held  forth  in  such  manner  that  a  gracious  revival  broke 
forth — a  holiness  revival.  Blessed  be  God  !  Here  some 
of  our  first  fruits  of  sanctification  "  shook  like  Lebanon." 
There  was  "traveling  in  birth,"  and  the  dear  spirit 
brought  forth  precious  holy  souls.  One  was  the  janitor, 
a  lame  and  otherwise  weak  brother,  E.  F.  Kirk.  This 
revival  continued  for  six  weeks,  many  of  the  more  zealous 


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members  attending  with  blessed  quickening  power.  A 
copy  of  a  testimony  by  Brother  Kirk  is  given  below, 
taken  from  one  of  the  holiness  papers. 

TESTIMONY. 

"  PIKE  CITY,  CAI,.,  June  23,  1884. 

"  Dear  Brother:  I  feel  moved  to  testify  that  the  blood  of  Jesus 
Christ  has  cleansed  me  from  all  sin.  In  September,  1879,  I  was 
converted  while  working  alone  in  a  little  alfalfa  field  near  I/os 
Angeles,  and  at  once  united  with  the  Congregational  Church  in 
that  city.  But  a  strange  feeling  as  of  something  lacking  contin- 
ually haunted  me.  Four  months  afterward  I  removed  to  Plumas 
County,  and  six  months  after  to  Sierra  County.  Up  to  December 
of  last  year  my  experience  was  that  of  a  justified  Christian.  At 
times  my  spiritual  state  would  be  all  that  I  could  desire  ;  and 
again  I  would  be  mourning  in  darkness  and  wretchedness.  I  felt 
all  the  time  that  this  was  not  the  state  of  a  true  Christian.  I  was 
convinced,  in  my  own  mind,  that  there  must  be — was — a  higher 
spiritual  state,  in  which  one  was  continually  '  full  of  faith  and  the 
Holy  Ghost. '  I  strove  mightily  and  blindly  to  reach  it.  I  '  groped 
for  the  wall  like  the  blind,  and  stumbled  at  noonday  as  in  the 
night. '  While  in  this  state  the  spirit  led  me  to  Reno,  Nevada, 
where  I  boarded  with  Brother  and  Sister  Stone,  two  aged  Chris- 
tians in  the  same  religious  state  as  myself. 

"  Here,  at  the  prayer  meetings  of  the  Methodist  Church,  I  heard 
testimony  to  entire  sanctification.  Night  after  night  an  intelli- 
gent, refined,  sensitive  woman  in  feeble  health  stood  up,  and,  in 
spite  of  the  averted  faces  and  silent  opposition  of  most  of  those 
present,  boldly  yet  humbly  claimed  heart  purity  by  the  blood  of 
her  Saviour.  Deeply  moved,  I  talked  the  matter  over  with  Brother 
and  Sister  Stone,  and  they  gave  me  the  "Holiness  Manual,"  by 


92  THE   VIE  W  OF  ROSES. 

G.  D.  Watson.  As  I  read  it  aloud  the  spirit  came  upon  me,  enabling 
me  to  read  it  with  power.  Light  flashed  into  all  our  minds.  We 
saw  that  this  was  what  we  had  been  longing  for,  and  resolved  to 
have  it.  At  this  time  I  was  janitor  of  the  church.  On  my  way 
to  it  one  Sunday  evening  I  determined  to  claim  my  privilege 
at  once.  After  performing  my  duties  I  retired  to  a  corner 
and  prayed  to  be  sanctified  for  His  love's  sake,  asking  Him 
to  help  my  unbelief,  then,  rising,  concluded  my  petition  with  the 
words,  'I  believe  You  sanctify  me,  and  shall  act  in  that  belief, 
trusting  to  You  for  the  witness  of  the  spirit.'  No  burst  of  feeling 
followed. 

"At  meeting  next  evening  I  claimed  holiness  through  the  blood 
of  Jesus,  but  it  was  not  till  the  third  morning  after  my  consecration 
that  I  received  the  witness  ;  then,  as  we  three  knelt  at  the  family 
altar,  the  Holy  Spirit  fell  upon  us  with  power,  as  upon  the  dis- 
ciples of  old.  Dear  old  Sister  Stone  shouted  aloud  in  ecstasy, 
while  Brother  Stone  and  I  were  shaken  like  reeds ;  but  Thomas- 
like  I  conceived  the  idea  that  I  had  only  shared  Sister  Stone's 
blessing ;  so  my  dear,  patient,  loving,  tender  Saviour  gave  me  a 
blessing  that  I  could  not  contain  all  to  myself  the  next  morning. 
How  happy  we  were  !  Happy  ?  No  !  that  doesn't  express  it :  how 
blessed  we  were.  Morning,  noon  and  night  our  cottage  resounded 
with  songs  of  praise,  and  we  were  enabled  to  'speak  the  word  of 
God  with  boldness.'  The  Scriptures  seemed  written  in  letters  of 
living  fire,  and  Jesus  reigned  supreme  in  our  hearts.  Then  came 
the  '  fiery  trial '  and  shook  our  faith  to  its  foundations  ;  but  it  fell 
not,  for  it  was  founded  upon  a  rock.  We  clung  to  Christ  with  the 
grip  of  drowning  men,  and  He  carried  us  safely  through.  Glory 
and  praise  and  love  to  Him  forever  !  My  Saviour,  I  love  Thee  ! 
My  Saviour,  I  bless  Thee  !  I  am  thine,  wholly  thine,  forever  ! 
After  that  we  were  daily  blessed  with  manifestations  of  the  spirit 
and  power,  and,  though  now  separated,  yet  we  feel  that  we  are  one 
in  Jesus.  We  are  '  crucified  with  Christ,  nevertheless  we  live  : 
yet  not  we,  but  Christ  liveth  in  us. '  The  Holy  Ghost  helps  us  to 


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realize  that  we  'live  by  faith,' — a  faith  that  must  be  exercised 
daily,  hourly,  momentarily.  God  has  placed  us  on  His  '  Rock  of 
Ages,'  and  put  a  'new  song'  in  our  mouths.  Glory  to  God! 
Good  will  and  peace  to  men!  And  'the,  peace  of  God  that 
passeth  all  understanding '  is  ours.  Dear  blood  relations  in  Jesus, 
pray  for  us  ;  we  do  for  you.  May  our  Father's  richest  blessings  be 
yours. 

"Your  saved  and  sanctified  brother, 

"E.  F.  KIRK." 


AT  WORK. 

Our  dear  Brother  Kirk  was  at  once  led  of  God  into 
the  work  of  gathering  with  Jesus.  A  sweet  and  suc- 
cessful soul-winner  he  became,  bringing,  it  is  believed 
by  those  who  knew  him  best,  hundreds  of  souls  "  from 
darkness  to  light."  His  work  continued  in  various 
places  in  Nevada  and  California  for  the  space  of  about 
eight  years,  when  he  was  taken  from  labor  to  reward. 
His  death  was  a  glorious  one,  full  of  rejoicing  and  praise 
to  God;  and  his  last  words  were,  "The  blood  of  Jesus 
Christ,  God's  son,  cleanseth  me  from  all  sin," — as  he 
gave  them  to  the  nurse  in  reply  to  her  question  whether 
he  had  any  word  to  send  to  his  friends. 

Sister  Stone  has  also  passed  away  through  great  tribu- 
lation. Dear  Brother  Stone  remains  with  us  still,  and  if 
his  eyes  should  ever  rest  on  this  chapter  we  hope  he  will 
take  fresh  courage,  "  fight  the  good  fight  of  faith,"  and 
receive  the  crown  of  the  righteous. 


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DOWN  AT  THE  CROSS. 

BY  F.   M.   PECK. 

I'm  down  at  the  cross  for  my  cleansing, 
And  I  would  lie  low  at  His  feet, 

Who  wrought  out  the  plan  of  salvation 
In  Calvary's  rugged  retreat. 

I'm  down  at  the  cross  for  my  cleansing, 
That  all  that's  of  self  may  be  slain; — 

That  Jesus  may  in  me  and  through  me 
Forever  and  ever  remain. 

Then  I  shall  be  humble  and  lowly, 
Submissive  I'll  be  to  His  will ; 

And  "clay  in  the  hands  of  the  potter," 
He  fashions  with  exquisite  skill. 

And  now  as  I  lay  on  the  altar, 
A  sacrifice  whole  and  complete, 

I  shall  soon  be  a  vessel  of  honor, 
For  the  Master's  use  made  meet. 

And  now,  in  seraphic  emotion, 
His  love  is  pervading  my  soul, 

And  I  am  out  on  the  ocean  ; 

His  infinite  love  makes  me  whole. 

A  vessel  that's  stranded  and  broken, 
No  self  for  a  mast  any  more, 

In  Jesus  I've  found  a  sure  life-boat 
To  bear  this  frail  bark  evermore. 

And  down  at  the  cross  for  my  cleansing 
Let  me  stay  till  life's  labor  is  o'er  ; 

And  then  I  shall  gain  the  fair  haven 
And  rest  on  eternity's  shore. 


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ANOTHER  HOLINESS  REVIVAL. 

By  the  time  that  these  events  were  occurring,  the  holy 
flame  was  fanning  into  a  blessed  'fire  all  around  us  ;  and 
by  the  coming  springtime  there  was  such  an  ardent 
desire  for  the  coming  in-gathering  that  a  quartet  of  the 
soldiers  of  Jesus  Christ  in  San  Francisco  were  sent  for 
and  provided  for,  and  the  Methodist  Church  was  brought 
into  use  for  the  occasion.  The  band  who  came  professed 
the  blessed  experience  of  holiness,  and  some  of  them  had 
been  preaching  it  for  years.  I  speak  of  our  dear  brothers 
Newton  and  Lawson,  and  sisters  Sophia  and  Fannie 
Lawson.  The  meetings  had  been  well  advertised.  Much 
praying  over  the  anticipation  of  them  had  been  done  by 
the  little  band  of  five,  who  met  once  a  week  at  our  home. 
The  pastor,  Brother  John  De  Lamatyr,  was  pleased,  and 
every  one  in  hearing  distance  interested.  But,  the  best 
of  all,  the  Holy  Ghost  overshadowed  the  town  of  Reno. 
The  first  meeting  was  held  in  the  street  in  the  center  of 
town.  Hundreds  pressed  their  way  to  the  place  where  the 
Lord  Jesus  was  exalted  in  song.  Old  backsliders  trembled. 
Drunkards  listened  with  hope.  Deep  was  the  conviction 
upon  all  classes.  From  this  meeting  all  were  invited  to 
follow  around  to  the  church  that  evening.  They  came 
until  the  church  overflowed.  The  faithful  little  band  of 
four — one  of  whom,  dear  Sophia  Lawson,  is  now  with 
the  Lord  in  heaven — took  their  stand  at  the  altar,  and 
requested  all  who  wanted  a  revival  to  come  forward  and 


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extend  to  them  the  right  hand  of  fellowship  while  they 
sang  the  hymn  : 

"Jesus,  my  Lord,  to  Thee  I  cry; 
Unless  Thou  help  me,  I  must  die. 
O,  bring  Thy  full  salvation  nigh, 
And  take  me  as  I  am." 

A  most  tender  and  impressive  scene  ensued,  as  nearly 
every  one  in  the  house  passed  up  the  aisle  and  gave  them 
a  hearty,  and  in  some  cases,  a  tearful,  welcome.  The 
spirit  moved  a  great  upheaval  of  desire  in  the  hearts  of 
the  members  of  the  churches  in  the  place.  O,  what 
beauty  was  in  that  scene,  drawing  souls  into  ' '  one  accord," 
— the  only  fitting  prelude  to  the  ' '  baptism  of  the  Holy 
Ghost."  The  preaching  was  plain,  forcible  truth,  pre- 
sented with  much  endearing  love.  The  Bible  readings, 
mostly  by  dear  Sister  Sophia  L,awson,  were  beautiful, 
with  brief  and  pointed  comments.  The  singing  was  in 
the  power  of  the  spirit,  and  all  this  blessed  work  on  the 
line  of  a  full  salvation.  The  audiences  from  time  to  time 
were  charmed  with  "the  beauty  of  holiness,"  and  never 
more  so  than  when  listening  to  the  bright  and  joyous 
testimonies  to  this  sweetest  "grace."  The  altar  was 
crowded  nearly  every  night  with  penitent  seekers  of  the 
Saviour.  Souls  were  dealt  with  personally  and  honestly. 
Nearly  all  the  members  of  the  various  churches  were  at 
the  altar  ;  and  scores  testified  to  a  faith  for  the  blessing. 
To  do  justice  to  this  work  in  writing  it  up  would  be 
difficult.  It  was  a  work  of  perfect  love,  and  every  one 


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felt  its  precious  power,  and  none  more  so  than  the  dear 
children,  many  of  whom  were  brightly  converted,  testi- 
fying to  the  same  with  sparkling  joy.  A  Baptist  lady 
and  an  Episcopalian  brother,  each  of  whom  had  once  pro- 
fessed and  lost  the  blessing,  came  out  and  started  afresh 
in  God's  service.  Confessing  their  sins,  God  was  faith- 
ful and  just  to  forgive  them  their  sins,  and  to  cleanse 
them  from  all  unrighteousness.  And  great  was  their 
peace  and  joy  in  testimony  and  in  work  for  God.  One 
preacher  and  all  his  family  sought  and  professed  faith 
for  holiness.  A  poor,  sad  drunkard  returned  to  God,  and 
made  a  triumphant  exit  from  the  saloon  to  the  superin- 
tendency  of  a  Sabbath  school.  Some  of  the  very  hardest 
cases  of  both  sexes  came  weeping  their  way  to  Calvary; 
and  what  is  better  still,  many,  many  of  them,  to  my 
personal  knowledge,  are  clinging  to  the  cross  of  Christ  ; 
and  the  influence  now  being  exerted  by  them  will,  no 
doubt,  be  a  glorious  record  in  eternity.  If  any  who  look 
upon  this  account  have  wandered  from  God,  we  beseech 
them  in  His  name  to  return, — to  confess  and  pray  and 
trust,  and  start  afresh  in  an  entire  consecration  to  Christ. 
And  may  God  bless  such,  and  all  others  who  are  drawing 
near  "with  a  true  heart  in  the  full  assurance  of  faith." 


THE  WORK  SPREADING. 

All  through  Nevada  this  blessed  Gospel,  preached  not 
in  word  only,   but   in    the   power   of  the   Holy   Ghost, 


98  THE   VIE  W  OF  ROSES, 

increased  and  grew  daily,  God  adding  to  us  daily  such 
as  were  being  saved.  After  some  weeks  of  work  in  Reno, 
the  band,  accompanied  by  some  of  the  home  workers, 
went  to  Carson,  the  capital,  and  for  some  more  weeks  of 
blessed  service  immense  crowds  gathered  on  the  street 
and  in  the  Methodist  Church  to  hear  the  clear,  pure,  holy 
Gospel  of  sanctification.  As  a  result  a  band  was  organ- 
ized to  revive  the  precious  doctrine  of  God  and  His 
Christ.  Virginia  City  was  also  visited  with  like  precious 
results.  Crowds  of  miners  and  citizens  came  flocking  to 
the  meetings  night  after  night.  The  altar  was  crowded, 
and  many  took  on  more  faith  for  a  better  life,  while 
others  repented  and  turned  toward  God  for  the  first  time. 
It  was  a  melting  sight  to  see  them  falling  under  the  con- 
victing spirit's  power.  O,  love  divine,  all  love-excelling, 
naught  can  compare  with  Thee!  "  God  is  love."  O, 
blessed,  perfect  love,  what  canst  thou  not  do  for  poor 
sinners? 

"  O,  'twas  love,  'twas  wondrous  love, 

The  love  of   God  to  me  ; 
It  brought  my  Saviour  from  above 
To  die  on  Calvary. 

Love  brings  the  glorious  fullness  in, 

And  to  His  saints  makes  known 
The  blessed  rest  from  inbred  sin, 

Our  dear  Redeemer's  throne." 


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CRIES  FOR  HELP 

ran  all  along  the  line.  Dear  Sister  Chrysler,  a  lady  in 
Eastern  Nevada,  having  by  faith  recently  "entered  in," 
wrote  us  to  come  and  help  spread  the  ' '  glad  news. ' ' 
The  unerring  spirit  led  us  just  at  the  right  time,  and 
precious  results  followed.  She  and  I  both  weak  bodily 
(each  afflicted  with  deafness),  rode  for  many  a  mile  on 
horseback  or  in  her  carriage,  visiting  neighbors,  miners 
and  others,  holding  meetings  and  distributing  holiness 
and  general  salvation  tracts,  books  and  Bibles.  As  thus 
we  bore  the  message  of  salvation,  we  did  realize  that  all 
work  for  Him  was  sweet.  One  morning  we  started  for 
a  fifty-mile  drive  over  the  steeps,  reaching  the  summit  of 
Mount  Jefferson,  the  highest  point  in  Nevada.  This 
was  in  September.  Before  nightfall  a  gentle  fain  came 
down,  and  it  became  very  dark.  Neither  of  us  was 
used  to  the  road.  We  were  heading  for  Belmont,  a 
little  county-seat,  situated  in  a  basin-like  mountain-top. 
At  one  time  in  the  darkness  we  ran  up  the  side-hill  and 
nearly  upset,  when  she  sprang  out  and  guided  the  horses 
into  the  narrow  track.  Soon  we  saw  the  lights  in  the 
village,  and  our  gladness  flowed  right  on.  A  member  of 
the  House  of  Representatives  had  previously  invited  us 
to  occupy  his  cottage  in  the  absence  of  his  family.  We 
accepted.  All  was  lovely  ;  and  the  springing  fountain 
playing  in  the  yard  seemed  a  fitting  emblem  of  the  water 
of  life  springing  up  and  sparkling  joyfully  through  our 


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hearts.  Hallelujah!  Sweet  was  our  rest  that  night. 
The  following,  taken  from  one  of  the  holiness  papers,  The 
Herald,  will  give  an  idea  of  this  work  of  the  spirit 
through  two  little  ones : 

MISSIONARIES  IN  NEVADA. 

"  CI,OVERDAI,E,  ESMERAUXA.  Co.,  NEv.,  Oct.  12,  1888. 
"  Dear  Workers :  Praise  the  Lord  with  us  to-day  for  what  He  is 
doing  here  in  Nevada.  'He  that  diligently  seeketh  good  pro- 
cureth  favor'  is  being  sweetly  fulfilled  unto  us,  and  our  souls 
rejoice.  On  September  29th  Sister  Chrysler  and  I  drove  fifty  miles 
through  the  valley,  and  over  Mount  Jefferson,  13,000  feet  above  sea- 
level,  reaching  Belmont  after  night,  tired  but  happy  in  Him  whom 
we  love.  The  next  day  being  Sunday  we  rested  until  2  P.  M.,  and 
then  walked  around  to  the  Church  of  England,  where  some  young 
ladies  had  met  for  singing  and  Bible  study.  They  received  us 
kindly,  as  if  by  the  Lord's  own  appointment,  and  we  were  invited 
to  teach  them.  All  were  agreed  to  take  a  step  of  faith,  asking  the 
Holy  Spirit  to  be  our  teacher.  Our  prayer  was  heard.  The  nine- 
teenth Psalm  was  opened  up  so  brightly  before  each  soul  that  at 
the  close  every  one  came  to  Jesus,  the  way  of  faith  being  made 
clear.  So  victorious  had  been  the  word  that  we  were  requested 
by  some  of  the  chief  citizens  to  speak  in  the  church  that  night. 
However,  the  change  from  the  sunny  valley  to  a  cold  rain  and 
hail-storm  on  the  summit  rendered  a  longer  rest  necessary,  and 
Monday  night  was  appointed.  It  came  with  richest  blessings  of 
soul  and  great  weakness  of  body.  But  this  was  God's  oppor- 
tunity, for  '  when  I  am  weak  then  am  I  strong  :  for  the  spirit  of 
glory  and  of  God  resteth  upon  me.'  The  choir,  having  taken  a 
step  toward  Jesus,  opened  up  the  way  for  them  to  lead  in  the  sing- 
ing, some  more  also  coming  to  their  help.  The  text  taken  was, 


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"COME  UNTO  ME," 

and  was  so  blessed  of  the  spirit  that  at  the  close  most  of  the 
audience,  who  were  principally  Episcopalians,  signaled  their 
desire  to  come, — and  to  come  into  'all  the  fullness  '  of  Christ.  (It 
has  been  six  years  since  they  have  had  a  resident  pastor.)  Among 
others,  four  young  men  and  six  young  ladies  rose.  We  praised 
God  aloud.  O,  what  a  sweet  presence  pervaded  that  meeting. 
One  week  from  that  time,  on  Sunday  evening,  we  spoke  to  a  large 
audience  from  the  words  :  '  To  be  carnally  minded  is  death  ;  but 
to  be  spiritually  minded  is  life  and  peace."  The  best  attention 
prevailed,  as  a  holiness  sermon  was  preached.  All  seemed  blessed, 
and  at  the  close,  at  the  suggestion  of  some  leading  sisters,  a  col- 
lection was  taken.  Nearly  all  contributed  to  the  mission  cause. 
One  dear  young  man,  just  converted,  and  a  member  of  the  choir, 
gave  five  dollars.  Dear  Sister  Chrysler  being  called  away,  I  was 
left  alone  with  God  in  this  ministration  of  love.  O,  how  sweet 
were  His  consolations  of  grace.  Praise  the  Lord  !  For  ten  days 
meetings  and  Bible  readings  were  held,  and  children's  meetings, 
and  nearly  every  family  in  Belmont  was  called  upon.  The  Bible 
was  read,  prayers  were  offered,  and  all  exhorted  to  'flee  the 
wrath  to  come.'  Only  one  woman  refused  to  receive  us.  Surely 
the  Lord  gave  us  Belmont.  Now  these  have  started  out  afresh. 
Dear  saints,  help  them  by  your  prayers.  All  through  these  parts 
salvation  is  stirring  the  people.  After  a  talk,  songs  and  prayers 
with  a  strange  young  man,  he  took  his  leave,  looking  serious  and 
saying,  '  I  think  I  shall  do  better  from  this  time  on.'  Another 
dear  young  man,  by  the  way,  seemed  so  glad  to  hear  us  testify  of 
Jesus.  He  said  his  parents,  in  Pennsylvania,  were  Christians.  He 
gladly  accepted  a  holiness  book.  All  day  long  we  are  so  kindly 
treated.  One  dear  sister  brought  me  twenty  miles  on  my  way,  and 
gave  five  dollars  to  help  defray  expenses.  The  cry  everywhere 
is,  'I  do  not  understand  the  Bible.'  These  dear  people  want 
spirit-baptized  helpers  to  lead  them  to  our  Saviour.  O,  what  a 


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harvest,  and  how  few  the  workers.  Infidelity  is  stalking  through 
the  land.  Some  little  ones  seeking  truth  are  almost  overwhelmed. 
One  most  touching  incident  occurs  to  me.  I  was  in  the  parlor 
writing,  when  a  pale,  sick  boy  of  about  fourteen  years  came  in. 
As  is  my  custom,  I  began  telling  him  what  Jesus  had  done  for 
him,  and  asked  him  if  he  believed  it.  '  I  live  at  Rock  Cabin,  forty 
miles  from  here,  and  have  come  to  town  for  medicine.  I  live  with 
a  man  who  says  there  is  no  God  ;  and  I  says  there  is,  and  we  have 
a  time.  I  have  a  Bible,  and  read  it.  I  went  to  Sunday  school  in 
Eureka,  W.  T.  My  mother  was  a  Christian:  This,  then,  was 
the  boy's  story.  My  tears  flowed  at  the  recital.  How  like  a 
lamb  among  wolves  was  he  !  I  advised  him  kindly,  gave  him 
some  tracts  and  a  pocket  hymn-book,  when  he  said  he  must  be  off 
on  his  journey.  Christians,  some  one  must  rescue  these  lambs,  or 
eternity  will  show  an  awful  reckoning.  I  take  a  ride  to-night  of 
fifty  miles  by  stage.  Will  reach  Sodaville  by  2  A.  M.,  scattering 
the  seed  of  the  word  all  along  the  way.  How  sweetly  are  we  blessed. 
Once  more  we  ask,— pray  for  Nevada.  M.  H.  P." 


FIFTY  MILES  BY  STAGE  AFTER  NIGHT. 

"  LO,  I  am  with  thee  always." 

These  words  were  sweetly  fulfilled  to  me  in  taking  the 
journey.  The  stage  having  broken  down,  we — the 
driver  and  one  other  passenger  and  I — were  compelled  to 
ride  on  a  vehicle  called  a  buckboard,  all  sitting  on  the 
same  seat  together.  The  horses  sprang  wildly  in  their 
traces,  and  fairly  skimmed  over  the  ground  on  that 
bright,  cold,  moonlight  night.  There  was  not  a  house 
on  the  way,  the  only  residents  being  the  coyotes  of  the 
desert.  Our  trip  was  most  prosperous,  and  on  reaching 


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Sodaville  the  proprietor  of  the  little  mining  village  gave 
me  a  cottage  with  lovely  and  commodious  appointments. 
While  he  made  a  fire  for  me  he  asked  who  I  was.  ' '  A 
missionary,"  was  the  reply.  He  seemed  ruffled,  and  said 
that  "he  was  tired  of  them;  the  priest  had  just  been 
there."  When  he  left  me  alone  in  my  snug  little 
quarters  I  began  my  prayer  for  him,  and  for  all  the  vil- 
lagers, and  was  at  peace.  My  rest  that  night  and  the 
next  morning  in  the  streaming  sunlight  of  my  room  was 
simply  heavenly.  Just  as  my  toilet  was  made  a  rap 

came  and  the  door  was  opened.     Mr.  B ,  my  visitor 

of  the  previous  evening,  and  his  wife  entered. 
Great  was  their  enthusiasm  as  they  informed  me  that 
they  would  have  a  meeting  that  night  in  the  school 
house,  and  that  they  would  convey  me  to  that  place  in 
their  carriage. 

Expecting  the  spirit's  guidance,  I  was  not  as  much  sur- 
prised as  I  was  rejoiced.  The  day  moved  on  grandly,  that 
old  Scotch  Presbyterian  lady  making  the  rounds  of  the 
saloons  and  admonishing  the  men  to  quit  drinking  and 
come  to  the  meeting.  The  Catholic  school-teacher  also 
invited  them  in  from  the  "highways  and  hedges."  In 
the  mean  time  I  visited  all  the  families,  distributing 
tracts  and  praying.  Some  promised  then  and  there  to 
come  to  the  Lord  and  henceforth  follow  Him.  That 
night  my  cottage  had  finally  been  selected  as  the  place 
for  meeting,  and  it  was  full  of  anxious  hearers.  Holiness 
drew  together  Catholics,  Methodists,  Presbyterians,  and 


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all  who  came,  down  to  the  feet  of  our  one  common  Lord, 
our  Saviour.  The  Holy  Spirit  led  the  meeting,  moving 
in  our  hearts,  giving  us  "one  mind."  It  was  a  pleasant 
sight  when  the  season  of  prayer  began  to  see  an  old 
Catholic  gentleman  motion  to  his  little  grandchildren  all 
around  him  to  kneel  and  worship.  The  word  was  read, 
Salvation  songs,  with  piano  accompaniments,  were  sung, 
and  all  present  promised  to  admit  the  Saviour  into  their 
hearts.  Truly  we  had  a  blessed  meeting,  some  testifying 
and  exhorting.  When  starting  away  the  next  morning 
to  board  the  Nevada  Central  Railway,  and  asking  what 
our  hotel  bill  was,  ' '  Nothing, ' '  came  the  reply  from  the 
same  man  who  received  us  so  coldly.  Here  was  another 
open  indication  of  His  providing  care  and  glorious  pres- 
ence. Similar  providences  awaited  us  all  along  this  little 
tour, — a  kind  of  wedding  journey  with  our  "Maker,  who 
is  our  husband"  (Isa.  1,  4).  Hallelujah  ! 


BATTLE  SONG. 

"  The  Lord  of  Hosts  mustereth  the  host  of  the  battle.' 
Tune:  "Tramp,  Tramp,  Tramp," 

Shout  aloud  the  praise  of  God, 

Who  hath  conquered  death  and  sin  ; 
He,  "the  way,  the  truth,  the  life,"  is  reigning  now 
In  the  hearts  of  all  the  brave, 

Who  have  let  the  Saviour  in  ; 
And  He  stands  and  knocks  at  other  hearts  to-day. 


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CHORUS. 
Come,  come,  come,  O,  precious  Jesus  ! 

Enter  in  and  cleanse  my  soul ; 
For  my  life  to  Thee  I  give 
As  a  living  sacrifice  ; 

And  I  now  believe  that  Thou  dost  make  me  whole. 

O,  what  glory  beams  within, 

When  His  lovely  light  I  see  ; 

And  His  words  so  "  quick"  are  flowing  through  my  soul  ; 
And  the  blessed  Holy  Ghost, 

With  the  "  precious  blood  "  so  free, 
Enters,  cleansing  every  portion  of  my  soul. 

CHORUS. 
Stay,  stay,  stay  forever,  Jesus  ; 

Thou  art  mine,  and  I  am  Thine  ; 
May  my  life  abundant  be 
With  the  fruit  of  love  to  Thee, 

And  Thy  light  upon  my  pathway  ever  shine. 

VISITING  ALL  DENOMINATIONS. 

As  we  have,  therefore,  opportunity,  let  us  do  good  unto  all  men, 
especially  unto  them  who  are  of  the  household  of  faith  (Gal. 
vi  :  10). 

This  work  was  of  Him  who  is  no  "  respecter  of  per- 
sons," hence  none  were  slighted.  Like  Jeremiah,  who 
said,  ' c  I  was  weary  with  forbearing,  and  I  could  not 
stay,"  or  Isaiah,  who  cried  out,  "  Here  am  I,  send  me," 
so  were  we  with  the  blessed  freedom  and  ' '  liberty ' '  of 
the  spirit.  Every  church  in  town,  even  to  the  Catholic, 
was  visited. 


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Personal  testimony  to  a  real,  vital  life  in  Christ  was 
made,  and  the  word  attended  with  power.  As  a  result 
all  -were  quickened  into  fresh  effort  after  a  better  life. 
The  attendance  was  increased.  The  blessed  doctrine  of 
entire  sanctification  was  brought  to  the  light  of  open 
discussion  and  inquiry  and  teaching,  from  a  scriptural 
and  experimental  standpoint.  There  was  an  increase  in 
all  the  various  churches,  many  of  whom  dated  their 
conviction  to  the  little  work  of  visitation  in  these  ways 
recorded. 

PUBLIC  MORALS. 

These  blessed  influences,  and  the  bold  advertisement  of 
the  Holy  Scriptures  in  public  places  on  the  highways, 
all  had  a  restraining  power  upon  all  classes,  checking 
immorality  as  they  convinced  ' '  of  sin  and  righteousness 
and  judgment." 

An  agent  one  day  waited  upon  our  veranda  listening 
to  a  song  of  praise,  and  then  entered,  inquiring,  "Is  it 
you  who  puts  up  these  Bible  posters  upon  the  bridges, 
houses  and  fences  ?  ' '  He  then  assured  us  of  the  good  he 
knew  them  to  be  doing  as  he  traveled  through  the 
country.  O,  how  simple  is  the  plain  Gospel  of  our  Lord 
Jesus,  and  the  methods  which  the  Holy  Spirit  adopts  to 
bring  men  to  repentence.  He  takes  ( '  a  worm  to  thrash  a 
mountain,"  and  chooses  the  weakest  instrumentalities 
often  with  which  to  accomplish  His  vast  and  blessed 


THE   VIE  W  OF  ROSES.  107 

purposes  of  good.  The  blessedness  of  such  work  in  His 
name  is  beyond  description,  and  can  only  be  experienced 
to  be  enjoyed.  All  work  for  him  is  sweet. 


RENO  AND  ALL  NEVADA, 

being  by  this  time  pretty  well  worked  by  ' '  gathering  out 
the  stones"  and  preparing  "a  way  for  the  people,"  our 
hearts  began  to  be  drawn  to  fields  in  the  distance  for 
personal  work.  To  this  end  the  Lord  led  some  of  us  to 
San  Francisco  and  Oakland,  where,  as  before,  it  was 
aimed  to  reach  as  many  as  possible  on  the  way  and  in 
these  cities,  with  fresh  testimonials  to  the  almightiness 
of  God's  blessed  salvation.  In  great  weakness,  tracts 
were  distributed,  testimonials  and  exhortations  given  in 
many  places  where  opportunity  offered.  Some  little 
acts  of  self-denial  on  this  journey  led  to  a  plain  illustration 
of  tho  Lord's  providing  care.  Money  had  been  given 
to  purchase  a  morning  robe,  but  it  was  laid  aside 
for  God's  poor  in  the  city.  Soon  after  reaching  our  des- 
tination, at  the  home  of  a  sister,  she  said,  "Minnie,  I 
have  a  couple  of  wrappers  for  you,  if  you  will  accept 
them."  If  our  dear  Saviour  had  spoken  we  would  not 
have  been  more  certain  of  it  being  His  direct  providence. 
I  accepted  them  thankfully.  Either  of  them  was  of  far 
more  value  than  possibly  could  have  been  purchased 
with  the  money.  They  were  not  only  comfortable,  but 
lovely,  and,  what  is  stranger  still,  they  fit  me  as  though 


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they  had  been  cut  from  my  measure.  Such  incidents  as 
this  were  scattered  all  along  this  heavenly  journey,  as  if 
to  inspire  our  faith, — resting,  trusting,  working. 

IN  SAN  FRANCISCO. 

While  at  supper  my  dear  brother  Willie  was  pleaded 
with  to  close  in  with  God  in  a  full  surrender  and  faith 
for  His  acceptance.  A  gentleman  overhearing  the  con- 
versation became  convicted,  and  went  that  very  night  to 
the  Adelphi  Holiness  Mission,  and  sought  the  Saviour 
and  started  for  heaven,  acknowledging  as  he  did  so  that 
the  pleadings  of  a  ' '  saved  woman ' '  induced  him  so  to 
do.  The  dear  brother,  also,  in  time,  seemed  to  take  hold 
of  God  in  faith,  and  it  is  hoped  was  saved  and  is  now  in 
heaven.  Eternity  alone  can  render  to  us  the  full  result 
of  these  labors  of  love.  But  this  is  sure,  when  the  Holy 
Spirit  comes  to  abide  in  our  hearts  we  henceforth  take 
our  journeys  and  perform  our  labors,  not  for  our  own 
pleasure  or  profit  alone,  but  ' '  that  by  all  means  some 
maybe  saved."  'Tis  then  we  look  back  at  the  trials 
and  labors  and  hardships  endured  in  and  for  sin,  and 
with  a  holy  reliance  on  God,  and  a  boldness  and  deter- 
mination born  of  heaven,  we  say:  "Yes,  lyord,  I'll  do 
this  for  Thee  ;  I'll  suffer  for  Thee  ;  I'll  die,  if  need  be, 
for  Thy  glorious  cause,  counting  not  my  life  dear  unto 
myself,  that  I  may  finish  my  course  with  joy  and  receive 
the  crown  of  righteousness  lain  up  for  those  who  love 


THE   VIE  W  OF  ROSES.  109 

Thee."  For  the  space  of  six  weeks  in  San  Francisco 
and  Oakland  the  true  testimony  and  the  blessed  word  of 
life  was  held  forth  in  various  places  of  Christian  worship, 
adding  our  little  stream  of  love  to  the  vast  ocean  flowing 
on  and  on  in  that  blessed  high  tide  of  holiness  which  at 
that  time  was  sweeping  over  many,  many  hearts  as  God's 
sanctifying  grace  took  hold  upon  them  in  saving  power. 
Hallelujah  ! 


COTTAGE  MEETINGS  IN  RENO. 

The  tide  of  spirituality  ran  so  high  that  often  we  were 
invited  by  the  people  to  come  to  their  houses  and  hold 
meetings.  These  invitations  were  always  gladly  accepted, 
and  proved  to  be  scenes  of  great  blessedness,  a  goodly 
number  making  their  first  determination  to  follow  God 
during  these  meetings.  Sometimes  every  one  present 
united  with  one  accord  to  seek  and  find  the  Saviour. 


THE  JAIL  IN  RENO, 

and  jails  and  prisons  in  other  cities  also,  were  visited  at 
stated  times,  and  the  inmates  preached  to  orally  or  by 
means  of  printed  sermons  when  open  meetings  were 
refused  us.  Salvation  literature  was  most  plentifully 
sown  ;  Bibles  were  furnished.  Most  gladly  the  prisoners 
gathered  at  the  grates  to  be  ministered  to  in  this  way. 


no  THE   VIEW  GF  ROSES. 

HOSPITAL  FOR  THE  POOR. 

This  place  for  years  was  regularly  visited  on  Sabbath 
days,  and  religious  services  held  in  the  large  wards. 
The  result  was  that  many  poor,  sick  men  and  women 
were  blessed  from  time  to  time,  and  hundreds  professed 
their  faith  in  God,  and  their  determination  to  follow 
Him  to  the  end  of  life's  journey.  Some  went  out  when 
well,  and  others  died  there  in  the  profession  of  salvation. 
One  old  brother,  a  member  of  the  Methodist  Church,  was 
thus  visited  and  encouraged  in  the  faith  for  a  number  of 
years,  and,  upon  the  occasion  of  his  funeral,  his  son,  a 
policeman  in  Reno,  begged  us  to  ride  with  him  and  a 
young  friend  of  his.  On  the  way  home  from  the  cemetery 
he  also  was  dealt  with  about  his  soul,  a  pocket  Bible  was 
given  him,  and  a  promise  obtained  from  him  to  turn  unto 
the  Lord.  These  scenes  were  at  the  time  very  touching, 
as  the  spirit  worked  upon  hearts  and  moved  us  forward 
in  holy  triumph.  The  sweetness  of  the  work  as  enjoyed 
by  us  in  those  by-gone  days  is  precious  to  think  upon, 
as  day  by  day  the  work  rolled  on.  Every  device  was 
thought  of  to  awaken  people  to  the  need  of  coming  to  our 
Saviour.  Willing  hands  find  ready  work. 

TRACT  BOXES 

were  put  up  at  our  front  door  and  at  our  kitchen  door, 
and  were  kept  supplied  with  fresh,  hot  salvation  and 
temperance  tracts ;  and  very  few  agents  or  tramps  got 


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away  without  a  little  love-feast  in  this  rare  form.  Boxes 
were  put  up  in  the  postoffice,  depots,  and  in  one  church, 
where  we  were  gladly  given  permission  ;  they  were  no 
doubt  the  means  of  good  being  accomplished.  We  are 
certain  that  one  of  these  tracts  at  our  front  door  led  to 
the  conversion  of  a  husband  and  wife,  they  in  turn  taking 
up  this  precious  work  for  Jesus. 

DEFINITE  MEETINGS  FOR  HOLINESS. 
In  the  mean  time  there  sprang  up  a  work  for  the  defi- 
nite teaching  of  the  doctrine  of  holiness  in  the  form  of 
Bible  holiness  readings.  These  meetings  were  in  the 
central  part  of  the  city,  and  invitations  extended  to  all 
interested  to  be  with  us.  The  arch  enemy  fought  this  more 
than  any  other  form  of  our  Christian  work  ;  but  He  that 
was  in  us  was  greater  than  he  that  was  in  them,  and  many 
precious  souls  came  to  ' '  the  fountain  opened  for  sin  and 
uncleanness,"  and  professed  faith  for  heart  purity.  Being 
novices,  and  with  a  very  imperfect  outward  organization, 
many  defects  existed  in  this  work  ;  yet  we  are  not  sorry 
it  was  started,  and  would  be  glad  to  have  just  such  a 
work  without  the  defects  going  on  steadily  in  every  city, 
town,  village  and  hamlet.  A  saloon-keeper's  wife  and 
some  of  her  children  were  brought  to  Jesus  in  these 
meetings.  One  day  a  poor  drunkard,  looking  most 
degraded,  came  into  the  meeting  and  begged  us  to  pray 
for  him,  but  requesting  us  not  to  tell  any  one,  as  he  did 
not  Want  his  comrades  to  know  it.  We  knelt  and  prayed 


ii2  THE   VIE  W  OF  ROSES. 

together.  He  soon  was  blessed  and  led  a  different  life, 
professing  even  the  blessing  of  sanctification.  However, 
he  left  Reno  and  for  awhile  seemed  backslidden,  but  the 
Salvation  Army,  now  at  work  in  Reno,  have  enabled 
him  to  be  reclaimed,  and  he  is  now  a  steady  worker  in 
the  rank  and  file.  Hallelujah  !  Many  others  gave  up 
their  tobacco,  liquor  and  opium  and  consecrated  to  God. 
Flowers,  feathers,  ornaments  and  hurtful  articles  of 
clothing  were  given  up  by  the  women,  many  of  them, 
and  in  their  place  was  entire  consecration  to  God,  and 
"hungering  and  thirsting  after  righteousness,"  with  the 
blessed  experience  in  some  cases  of  being  filled  with  the 
spirit.  Glory  to  God  !  A  good  majority  of  these,  to  our 
knowledge,  are  still  ' '  holding  fast  the  profession  of  their 
faith,"  some,  it  is  true,  in  humble  places,  and  others  in 
more  prominent  places  of  Christian  work.  To  God  be 
all  the  glory. 

CHILDREN'S  MEETINGS  IN  RENO. 

"Suffer  the  little  children  to  come  unto  me,  and  forbid 
them  not."  To  show  the  simple  starting  of  this  work 
among  the  little  ones,  which  ran  through  a  number  of 
years,  and  is  now  carried  right  on  in  another  form, 
namely,  meetings  for  "Young  Soldiers"  (in  the  Salva- 
tion Army),  I  will  copy  from  a  Christian  paper,  under 
date  Reno,  Nev.,  November,  1886  : 

"  You  will  be  glad  to  learn  that  the  Lord  is  still  with  us,  and 
leading  gloriously.  Over  a  year  ago,  while  out  one  Sunday  dis- 


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tributing  tracts  on  the  streets,  I  saw  four  little  girls  who  went  to 
no  Sunday  school.  I  requested  them  to  come  into  my  room,  and 
we  would  have  a  Bible  lesson  (I  will  just  state  that  these  little  ones 
almost  lived  in  the  streets).  They  came  in,  and  we  looked  into  the 
first  chapter  of  Genesis.  The  lesson  over,  when  they  were  leav- 
ing, to  my  surprise  they  asked  if  they  could  come  the  next  Sun- 
day. I  seemed  at  once  to  see  the  hand  of  the  Lord,  and  of 
course  said,  '  Yes  ;  I  would  be  glad  to  have  you.'  The  next  Sun- 
day they  came  and  brought  another  little  waif  with  them,  and 
thus  increasing  from  time  to  time,  with  steady  work  on  that  line, 
along  with  other  precious  gleanings  for  the  Master,  we  have  got 
the  blessed  word  of  free  and  full  salvation  to  thirty-two  children 
in  all  at  the  children's  meetings,  and  the  number  is  steadily 
increasing.  Glory  to  God  !  These  little  ones  have  been  taught 
practical  and  present  salvation  from  all  sin,  and  they  are  really 
accepting  Jesus  as  their  Saviour.  Six  of  them,  boys  from  ten  to 
sixteen,  were  at  our  Wednesday  night  meeting,  and  testified  to 
their  faith  in  Jesus  to  save  them  from  their  sins.  Now  praise  the 
Lord  and  pray  for  us.  I  am  still  in  the  blessed  work,  '  rejoicing 
evermore,  praying  without  ceasing,  and  in  everything  giving 
thanks.'  You  will  be  glad  to  hear  this,  I  know,  and  what  the 
Lord  is  doing  in  our  souls.  I  can  truly  say  that  the  way  grows 
better  and  brighter.  O,  praise  the  Lord  !  The  half  cannot  be  told 
of  this  grand  and  glorious  'highway.'  In  tracing  the  journeys 
of  God's  chosen  people  of  old,  and  even  the  countries  of  the  Holy 
Land,  we  find  all  are  interspersed  with  waters,  hills  and  valleys. 
So  it  is  with  us  in  the  fulfillment  of  those  types.  Blessings  in  the 
valle}7s,  glories  on  the  mountain  tops,  and  sweet,  fresh  supplies 
from  the  river  which  flows  from  God  and  the  Lamb.  Remember 
me  to  all  who  are  in  Christ  Jesus.  My  prayers  ascend  daily  for 
the  blessing  upon  all,  and  for  a  glorious  outpouring  of  the  Holy 
Spirit  upon  the  work  of  Holiness  upon  this  Coast.  We  have  never 
yet  forgotten  the  hour  of  prayer  at  sunset.  Pray  for  us  and  the 
work  here.  Yours,  kept  in  the  Beloved,  M.  H.  P." 

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ii4  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES, 

THE  CHILDREN. 

At  the  very  beginning  of  this  work  the  little  ones  said 
to  me,  "We  are  inviting  all  the  children  who  do  not 
attend  Sunday  school  to  come  with  us."  When  they 
themselves  were  invited  to  attend  Sunday  school,  they 
instinctively  hesitated  on  account  of  their  poor  clothing. 
The  lyord,  by  His  spirit,  led  these  dear  little  lambs,  and 
provided  them  clothing,  and  supplied  all  their  needs. 
One  of  them  lacked  a  Bible.  The  Monday  morning 
after,  I  just  spoke  to  Jesus  about  it,  and  in  a  few  minutes 
the  Methodist  pastor  came  to  call,  and  when  departing 
put  a  piece  of  silver  into  my  hand,  saying,  "For  the 
mission."  I  praised  God,  and  before  night  little  Emma 
Hanson  was  rejoicing  over  a  new  Bible.  Truly,  the 
steppings  of  the  Spirit  with  us  are  wonderful.  "No  good 
thing  will  He  withhold  from  them  who  walk  uprightly. ' ' 
Some  time  after  this  occurrence,  when  passing  through  the 
town  where  this  child  lived,  we  wrote  on  that  we  would 
stop  off  over  night,  and  this  little  one,  with  her  sisters 
and  trusting  mother,  made  us  welcome,  and  had  already 
invited  others  in,  supposing  we  would,  as  usual,  have  a 
season  of  worship,  which  we  did,  and  found  that  the 
mother  and  children  were  still  leading  a  life  of  prayer 
and  praise  to  their  Great  Deliverer.  Hallelujah  !  They 
entreated  us  to  remain  longer,  which  we  did.  A  meeting 
was  held.  Jesus'  name  was  exalted,  and  salvation 
flowed.  "A  little  child  shall  lead  them"  was  truly 


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manifested  here.  He  had  kept  his  own  little  ones  in  the 
fear  of  God,  and  obedient  unto  his  word.  This  was  the 
family  of  a  saloon-keeper,  who  himself,  in  answer  to 
our  prayers,  had  removed  his  business  away  from  the 
home  of  those  little  ones. 

There  is  none  too  high  or  none  too  low 

For  our  Saviour's  love  to  reach. 
O,  blessed  be  God  !     He  bids  all  come, 

And  salvation  he  gives  to  each. 


THE  WARFARE  AGAINST  SIN. 

F.  M.  PECK. 

The  mighty  hosts  are  gathering  ; 

I  see  them  near  and  far  ; 
In  every  land  and  nation 

There  is  salvation  war. 
The  contest  now  is  growing  hot  ; 

The  Devil's  army  rage. 
Against  the  light  of  God  they  fight, 

And  all  their  powers  engage. 

Fierce  seems  the  conflict — sinners  doomed  ; 

An  awful  hell  they  see 
Awaits  the  lost — forever  lost — 

Through  all  eternity. 
O,  who  can  stand  'gainst  God's  command  ! 

Defy  His  mighty  power, — 
Who  says  "  repent "  of  all  your  sins, 

Be  saved  this  very  hour  ? 


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To  God  I  look  with  weeping  eyes  ; 

To  Him  I  breathe  this  prayer  : 
O,  save  the  lost  at  any  cost, 

My  Father,  Thou  canst  spare. 
The  vilest  sinner  Thou  canst  save, 

Though  crimson  is  the  stain, 
And  make  Him  as  the  driven  snow, 

Until  no  spots  remain. 

Fight  on,  ye  messengers  of  God, 

Lift  up  your  voices  high  ; 
The  watchword  pass  along  the  line, 

And  raise  the  battle-cry  : 
"  Salvation  now,  in  Jesus'  name." 

Stand  in  His  strength  alone, 
Till  it  shall  echo  o'er  the  land, 

And  pass  from  zone  to  zone. 

This  mighty  warfare  soon  will  pass  ; 

The  end  is  drawing  nigh  ; 
And  soon  will  come  the  day  for  us 

To  lay  our  armor  by. 
'Twill  either  be  a  victor's  crown, 

And  with  our  harps  in  hand, 
Or  wailing  with  the  lost  in  hell, 

Forever  with  the  damned. 

VISITING  THE  SICK 

was  a  specialty  of  a  certain  number  of  the  workers.  We 
visited  them  singly,  or  in  companies  of  two  or  more,  as 
opportunity  offered.  To  tell  of  all  these  cases  now  would 
be  utterly  impossible  ;  but  as  we  look  back  over  the  field, 


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and  think  of  some  special  and  hopeful  work  on  this  line, 
we  cannot  but  feel  that  on  that  great  day  we  shall  hear 
the  Lord  say,  "  I  was  sick  and  ye  visited  me." 

A  little  child  lay  sick  with  pneumonia.  She  belonged 
to  our  children's  class.  She  had  not  spoken  for  some 
time,  and  her  mother  shook  her  head  in  alarm.  We 
knelt  by  the  little  bed  where  she  lay,  with  the  fumes  of 
tobacco  smoke  almost  stifling,  as  her  father,  in  spite  of 
our  remonstrances,  kept  smoking.  We  offered  a  few 
words  of  prayer,  while  our  tears  fell  fast  in  sympathizing 
sorrow  for  the  dear  little  one.  Then  we  began  singing, 
and  as  we  came  to  the  chorus  the  dear  child  took  on 
strength  and  raised  up  in  the  bed,  and  with  sweet  but 
weak  and  tender  voice  began  : 

"Rejoice,  His  name  is  Jesus,  for  He  saves; 
Rejoice,  His  name  is  Jesus,  for  He  saves, 
For  He  saves,  for  He  saves, 
For  He  saves  His  people  from  their  sins." 

Be  it  said,  to  the  glory  of  God,  she  was  soon  able  to  rise 
and  attend  the  meetings. 

Another  case  comes  to  mind  of  a  child  whose  mother 
had  expressed  a  desired  to  be  saved.  Sister  Jolly  and  I 
visited  her.  The  child  was  very  sick,  having  hemorrhage 
of  the  bowels,  and  her  face  was  flushed  with  fever.  The 
mother  gave  herself  up  to  God  to  be  ever  His.  We  all 
knelt  around  the  child,  and  each  of  us  poured  out  our 
souls  in  prayer.  When  we  arose  the  child  got  up  with  a 
sprightly  air  and  ran  off  to  play  with  the  other  children. 


n8  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

The  sister  and  I  then  left,  and  as  we  went  out  she  asked 
if  I  had  noticed  the  little  one's  face, — how  the  fever  flush 
had  changed  for  the  natural  color.  Of  course  I  had. 
She  then  told  me  that  the  mother  had  called  her  atten- 
tion to  it,  believing  that  Jesus  had  healed  her  in  answer 
to  our  request.  We  could  not  but  think  the  Spirit  had 
done  it  to  inspire  her  new  and  struggling  faith.  Some 
time  afterward  the  mother  informed  me  that  the  child  had 
been  well  from  that  day. 

ANOTHER  CASK. 

One  day  my  husband  informed  me  that  some  girls  in 
the  slums  came  to  his  furniture  store  to  have  a  bed  sup- 
plied for  a  sick  one  who  had  recently  come  into  the 
house,  and  who  was  in  a  dying  condition,  caused  by 
blood  poisoning  from  smoking  cigarettes,  and  given  up 
by  the  doctors.  Two  of  us  went  that  very  day.  We 
found  her  alone.  Her  lower  lip  was  swollen  to  terrible 
proportions.  We  at  once  wrent  to  the  rescue  with  a  hearty 
faith.  The  precious  Gospel  of  Jesus  was  read,  urging 
her  to  accept  it.  Songs  of  praise  and  salvation  were 
sung.  Our  petitions  went  up  to  the  throne.  The  poor, 
erring  girl  repented.  She  took  hold  of  God  by  faith, 
and  with  hopeful  countenance  promised  to  be  His  child. 
We  left  her  rejoicing  in  hope  of  recovery.  She  was  soon 
on  her  knees,  and  her  attendant  found  her  there,  and  the 
two  began  to  weep  over  their  sins,  and  then  to  sing  praises 


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to  God  for  faith  for  forgiveness.  They  promised  to  be  as 
true  to  Him  as  they  had  even  been  to  Satan.  The  girl 
recovered. 

ONE  MORE  VISITED. 

On  hearing  one  evening  of  an  accident  of  a  man  run 
over  by  a  train,  by  which  he  came  to  a  speedy  death 
unprepared,  we  were  much  grieved  to  hear  this  news, 
followed  up  with  the  intelligence  that  his  wife,  who  had 
heart  disease,  was  also  sick  and  dying,  and,  still  worse,  a 
wicked  woman,  unsaved.  I  was  led  of  the  spirit  to  go 
to  her,  though  she  was  a  stranger,  having  seen  her  but 
once,  and  that  in  the  interval  of  her  husband's  death, 
and  then  strangely  drawn  out  after  her,  offering  a  prayer 
for  her  as  I  passed  by  where  she  was  standing  in  her 
father's  store.  Upon  entering  the  room  where  friends 
and  neighbors  stood  around  weeping,  I  asked  the  father 
if  I  could  sing.  He  replied  by  bowing  his  head.  Soon 
I  was  by  the  bedside,  singing  : 

"  O,  love  beyond  our  highest  thought, 
That  from  His  throne  of  glory  brought 
The  Son  of  God,  His  life  to  give, 
That  sinners  lost  through  Him  might  live. 

CHORUS. 

He  died  for  you,  He  died  for  me, 
He  bore  our  sins  upon  the  tree  ; 
He  died  for  you,  He  died  for  me, 
O,  praise  the  Lord  !  His  grace  is  free. 


120  THE   VIE  W  OF  ROSES. 

He  took  on  Him  our  mortal  frame, 
A  man  of  grief  for  us  became  ; 
He  laid  His  robe  and  crown  aside, 
For  sinners  lost  he  bled  and  died. 

His  precious  blood  that  flows  to-day 
Has  paid  the  debt  we  could  not  pay  ; 
Come,  weary  souls,  for  refuge  hide 
In  Him  who  once  for  sinners  died. 

Whoever  will  this  hour  may  prove 
His  pardoning  grace  and  boundless  love  ; 
'  Whoever  will '  His  child  may  be, 
And  shout  with  us,  Redemption  free." 

She  seemed  almost  gone.  Her  face  and  hands  were  pur- 
ple, and  the  latter  deathly  cold.  As  I  leaned  close  to  her 
ear  and  sang  low  and  gently,  she  opened  her  eyes,  turned 
toward  me  with  a  loving  smile  of  gratitude,  and  thanked 
me  over  and  over  again.  I  then  asked  if  she  believed 
these  sweet  promises  of  God,  and  repeated:  "This  is  a 
faithful  saying,  and  worthy  of  all  acceptation,  that  Christ 
Jesus  came  into  the  world  to  save  sinners."  She  nodded 
her  assent  with  earnest  emphasis  and  triumphant  look  of 
faith  ;  and,  also,  when  I  continued  :  ' '  For  God  so  loved 
the  world  that  He  gave  His  only  begotten  Son,  that 
whosoever  believeth  on  Him  should  not  perish,  but  have 
everlasting  life. ' '  The  faith  was  then  given  me  to  pray, 
and  ask  God  to  save  her  and  take  her  to  heaven  for  His 
glory. 

That  night  I  called  again,  and  her  spirit  had  just 
taken  its  flight.  Those  who  were  present  told  me  that 


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she  died  crying  mightily  unto  God.  It  was  believed  she 
was  sweetly  saved  at  the  last  moment.  Glory  to  God  ! 
These  are  a  few  of  the  many  cases  of  sick  ones  visited 
where  a  hope  of  their  salvation  was  by  the  Holy  Spirit 
made  clear  unto  us.  ' '  As  your  faith  is  so  shall  it  be 
unto  you,"  saith  the  Lord.  "Every  one  that  asketh 
receiveth."  O,  how  precious  the  promises,  how  certain, 
how  full  of  truth  !  We  may,  if  we  will,  change  the  verse 
of  the  hymn  and  triumphantly  sing  : 

O,  our  faith  it  is  so  simple, 

And  we  take  Him  at  His  word  ; 
And  our  lives  they  are  all  sunshine, 

In  the  glory  of  the  I^ord." 

HOSPITALITY. 

The  early  habits  of  our  childhood  training  linger  with 
us  in  the  ministry  of  the  saints  and  in  remembrance  of 
the  poor.  This  has  been  one  of  the  chief  ways  in  which 
my  dear  husband  and  I  have  sought  to  honor  God  since 
first  we  started  to  journey  together,  often  in  great 
bodily  weakness  ministering  in  this  way  of  our  strength 
and  substance,  and  always  with  a  blessed  renewal  of 
strength  and  substance.  Bread  is  yet  returning  unto  us. 
Truly  His  supplies  are  bounteous,  without  stint,  inex- 
haustible. "There  is  that  scattereth  abroad  and  yet 
increaseth,"  has  been  sweetly  verified  unto  us,  and  all 
these  years  of  our  walk  in  the  Spirit  "we  have  lacked 
no  good  thing, ' '  but  a  full  return  of  the  promise,  ' '  It 


122  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

shall  be  given  to  you  good  measure,  pressed  down, 
shaken  together  and  running  over."  Marvelously,  mys- 
teriously and  lovingly  hath  He  led,  defended,  supplied 
and  kept  us.  But  we  have,  in  the  midst  of  these  min- 
istries recorded  in  this  book,  toiled  daily,  working  with 
our  hands,  ' '  that  we  might  have  to  give  to  those  who 
were  in  need. ' '  We  are  finding  that  "  It  is  more  blessed 
to  give  than  to  receive. "  As  we  minister  unto  others  He 
ministers  unto  us,  and  the  joy  of  obedience  and  a  good 
reward  is  ours.  When  oftimes  our  feelings  of  lost 
strength  were  almost  overwhelming,  one  look  upward 
brought  down  a  quickening  of  our  mortal  bodies  by  the 
Holy  Spirit's  overflow  from  our  full  hearts  into  the  chan- 
nels of  our  physical  being. 

In  childhood  we  were  wont  to  use  the  adage,  ' '  Get  thy 
spindle  and  distaff  ready,  and  God  will  send  thee  flax." 
So  in  the  spiritual  preparation  within,  when  all  is  made 
ready  for  the  Lord,  He  by  the  Holy  Spirit's  power  sup- 
plies all  our  need  ' '  according  to  the  riches  of  the  glory 
of  Christ  Jesus  our  Lord."  This  fullness  of  God's 
gracious  indwelling  is  simply  grand.  The  thousands  of 
avenues  which  the  soul  thus  surrendered  and  replen- 
ished finds  for  service,  pouring  along  the  blessed 
channels  streams  of  light  and  love  and  peace  and  joy. 
Hallelujah  ! 

"The  half  has  never  yet  been  told 

Of  love  so  full  and  free  ; 
The  half  has  never  yet  been  told  : 
The  blood  it  cleanseth  me. 


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O,  Saviour,  blessed  Saviour  mine, 

What  will  Thy  presence  be, 
If  such  a  life  of  joy  can  crown 

Our  walk  on  earth  to  Thee." 


SEPARATION. 

Blessed  are  ye  when  they  separate  you  from  their  company 
(Luke  vi :  22.) 

It  required  grace  for  this  as  well  as  other  commands. 
It  seemed  so  unreasonable  for  other  professors  of  the 
religion  of  our  Lord  Jesus  to  withdraw  themselves  from 
us  and  really  separate  us  from  them  when  we  had  such 
a  sweet  "secret"  to  tell  them.  The  ministry  who  had 
only  a  scholastic  or  a  theological  education  seemed  our 
especial  foes,  and  they,  themselves  not  "entering  in," 
hindered  those  who  were  entering  in.  This  we  clearly 
saw  with  great  sorrow,  but  "His  grace  was  sufficient," 
and  the  Lord  worked  in  us  mightily.  There  was  a  con- 
stant "fight  of  faith,"  and  our  warfare  was  with  spir- 
itual weapons,  as  the  great  need  of  work  for  God  on  the 
line  of  purity  of  heart  was  shown  us  in  all  these  provi- 
dential dealings.  Never  did  Satan  shoot  at  us  in  this  way 
with  his  poisoned  darts  from  false  shepherds,  but  that  the 
truth  was  given  us  with  power  to  overthrow  it.  To 
relate  the  definite  manner  of  these  frequent  battles  would 
be  almost  impossible,  they  seemed  so  varied  and  yet  so 
hostile.  In  all  their  blind  leading  our  Jesus  worked  by 
His  Spirit  for  the  good  of  his  little  ones,  who  trusted 


124  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

in  Him,  and  often  when  by  faith,  naked  faith  alone,  we 
were  so  sure  of  present  victory,  when  everything  looked 
the  reverse,  we  have  had  to  cover  our  faces  with  our 
hands  to  hide  the  smiles  of  holy  joy  springing  from 
inner  wells, — as  to  have  openly  rejoiced  under  such  out- 
ward indications  of  defeat  would  have  confirmed  their 
opinions  of  our  aceticism.  Holiness  gives  the  charity 
which  "beareth  all  things,  believeth  all  things,  hopeth 
all  things,  endure th  all  things,  which  suffereth  long  and 
is  kind."  Hallelujah! 

."  '  Tis  so  sweet  to  trust  in  Jesus, 

Just  to  take  him  at  his  word  ; 
Just  to  know,  thus  saith  the  promise, 
Just  to  know,  thus  saith  the  Lord. 

Jesus,  Jesus,  how  I  trust  Thee, 

How  I've  proved  Thee  o'er  and  o'er  ; 

Jesus,  Jesus,  precious  Jesus, 

O,  for  grace  to  trust  Thee  more." 

SKKKING  SALVATION  FOR  RELATIVES. 
Herein  lay  the  hardest  battle.  Our  love  for  them  so 
intense  with  holy  zeal,  our  views  of  the  danger  of  delay, 
Satan's  constant  and  determined  purpose  to  hinder  us 
every  step,  and  their  own  misunderstanding  and  mis- 
representations of  almost  every  look  and  act  of  ours  for 
them.  O,  holy  soul !  was  there  ever  just  such  a  hard 
and  constant  and  sore  conflict  ?  Only  that  of  thine  own, 
if,  indeed,  it  could  have  been  so  great,  which  I  doubt, 
awful  as  it  truly  was.  In  thus  waiting,  often  through 


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weary  years,  our  souls  have  cried  "out  of  the  depths," 
"  O,  how  long!"  And  then  we  would  rejoice  and  sing 
aloud  while  waiting  at  His  blessed  feet  and  upon  the 
solid  rock  of  His  eternal  truth.  ' '  Ask  what  ye  will  in 
my  name,  and  ye  shall  have  it."  "  Faith  without  works 
is  dead."  Some  of  our  loved  ones  have  passed  away, 
leaving  words  and  works,  which  bid  us  hope  that  we 
shall  meet  in  heaven.  The  first  was  dear  brother  Willie, 
followed  speedily  by  my  niece,  Minnie  Pearl,  just  bloom- 
ing into  a  useful  life  ;  and  then  the  mother,  dear  sister 
Eifie,  was  the  last  to  leave  us,  until  the  reunion  beyond. 
Others  remain  here  on  earth  at  this  writing,  still  the 
objects  of  our  prayers,  some  of  whom  are  testifying  to 
the  power  of  God  to  save  and  of  an  active  faith  in  His 
sweet  work.  So  we  thank  the  riches  of  His  precious  blood, 
which  "speaks"  and  "washes  us  whiter  than  snow," 
and  * '  rejoice  evermore. ' '  Hallelujah  !  Working  for  their 
good,  trusting  not  in  the  works,  but  realizing  that  our  faith 
for  them  is  more  restful  and  perfect  if  we  thus  obey. 

Always  seeing  that  the  sweetest  blessings  of  all  kinds 
lie  along  the  line  of  obedience  to  His  every  command  : 
and  thus  the  days  go  by  ;  and  at  evenfall  a  hallowed 
feeling  of  tranquillity  rests  down  in  our  souls,  oftimes  too 
deep  for  utterance,  and  we  leave  our  loved  ones  in  His 
dear  hands  and  his  sweet  will.  Amen  ! 

"Thy  various  messengers  employ, 

Thy  purposes  of  love  fulfill ; 
And  'mid  the  wreck  of  human  joy 
Let  kneeling  faith  adore  Thy  will." 


126  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES. 


A  SEVEN  MONTHS'  TOUR. 

On  April  4,  1889,  with  my  dear  husband's  approval  after 
much  united  prayer,  we  were  led  of  God  that  I  should 
make  a  journey  to  the  Atlantic  Coast,  visiting  friends, 
relatives,  strangers  and  all  classes  possible  for  the  glory 
of  God,  and  on  returning  bring  my  husband's  sons,  with 
the  express  view  of  endeavoring  to  bring  them  to  God, 
husband  desiring  and  expecting  to  join  us  and  return 
with  us  to  the  Pacific.  My  first  day  of  travel  over  the 
Union  Pacific  Railway  was  grand  in  the  success  which 
the  blessed  Spirit  gave  me.  Some  brethren  in  San  Fran- 
cisco had  sent  me  several  thousand  tracts,  which,  with 
as  many  more  of  my  own,  I  deemed  a  good  start  for  train 
work.  Being  consciously  led  of  the  dear  Spirit  my  faith 
and  hope  mounted  up  even  in  the  trying  ordeal  of  part- 
ing with  my  dear  companion  and  coworker  in  Christian 
labor.  At  the  depot  I  began  the  work  of  distributing 
and  testifying  for  Jesus.  The  day  was  bright,  and  every 
one  seemed  to  be  pleased  with  the  thought  of  our  dear 
Saviour  as  His  name  was  once  more  held  up  before  the  peo- 
ple. The  train  I  took  was  an  excursion  train,  and  full  of 
tourists, — ten  cars  in  all.  Permission  was  given  by  the 
conductor  to  work  in  each  one.  As  salvation  tracts  full 
of  pointed  and  loving  appeals  and  testimonies  were  given 
to  each  one,  conviction  moved  upon  their  hearts.  Some 
professed  to  believe  ;  others  slighted  the  Spirit  and  went 
on  with  their  cards  and  games.  Some  made  sport  in  order 


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to  shake  off  the  movings  within,  but  God  turned  it  all 
in  favor  of  truth.  It  happened  that  I  had  not  secured  a 
berth  before  starting,  and  all  the  sections  in  every  car 
were  taken.  Little  did  this  move  me.  On  my  feet  most 
of  the  time,  but  the  delight  of  my  soul  was  great,  and  I 
felt  nothing  but  the  sweet  strength  of  Jesus.  At  night 
a  little  crowd  of  passengers  were  standing  conversing 
with  the  conductor,  when  I  joined  them.  The  conductor 
turned  to  me  and  said  ; 

' '  Are  you  now  happy  in  anticipation  of  standing  up 
all  night?" 

"Yes,"  I  replied ;  "I  would  be  happy  if  I  had  to  sit 
out  on  the  platform  all  night. ' '  I  then  asked  :  ' '  Are 
you  happy?" 

"No,"  said  he  bluntly. 

I  kindly  reminded  him  that  it  was  because  he  was 
not  saved, — "  A  saved  person  cannot  help  being  happy 
from  the  very  outflow  of  internal  conditions." 

Just  then,  while  musing  upon  Satan's  impoliteness, — 
so  unnatural  in  a  conductor, — a  gentleman  joined  us, 
and  remarked  to  me,  ' '  I  learn  that  you  have  no  berth  for 
to-night,"  to  which  I  replied  that  I  had  not.  He  then 
stated  that  his  wife  and  he  had  a  whole  section,  and  that 
they  had  been  using  the  bedding  of  the  upper  berth  to 
make  theirs  more  comfortable,  but  that  if  I  would  accept 
the  upper  berth  they  would  gladly  let  me  have  it.  His 
kind  way  in  this  Christian  act  of  goodness,  assuring  me 
that  he  would  desire  to  have  his  wife  or  daughter  so 


128  THE    VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

treated,  caused  the  little  company  to  see  the  providence 
of  God, — the  care  of  His  child.  As  for  me,  my  thanks 
and  gratitude  were  offered  heartily,  as  I  proposed  to  pay 
him  for  the  berth.  He  would  accept  nothing.  Neither 
would  the  porter  accept  anything  for  his  service.  This 
to  me  was  the  sweetest  night  I  ever  spent  in  a  car, 
although  I  had  worked  in  trains  before.  My  glad 
work  all  the  day  long  gave  me  such  a  clean  conscience, 
as  I  ascended  the  stepladder  to  my  little  berth,  and 
there  I  knelt  in  cordial  praise,  praying  His  blessing 
upon  the  conductor,  engineer,  the  trainmen  and  all  pas- 
sengers. O,  how  refreshed  was  I  as  I  arose  to  begin 
another  day  for  Jesus.  No  weariness,  no  headache,  as 
was  always  my  former  experience  in  traveling.  Praise 
the  lyord  !  Another  conductor  taking  the  train  on,  I  was 
prevented  working  in  some  of  the  cars  that  day.  But  at 
every  stopping-place  of  note  I  went  out  to  distribute  the 
tracts,  Many  were  in  this  way  made  to  remember  the 
mighty  work  of  our  dear  Jesus  for  them  and  for  all. 
Hallelujah  ! 

I  took  breakfast  in  Ogden,  one  of  the  strongholds  of 
Mormonism,  preaching  Jesus  there  while  waiting.  This 
was  my  first  meal  in  twenty-four  hours,  and  it  was  rel- 
ished. The  next  morning  L,aramie,  a  city  of  ten  thou- 
sand, was  reached.  Some  friends — Brother  Jolly  and 
wife — were  at  the  train  to  meet  me.  These  had  been 
saved  in  our  holiness  meetings  in  Reno,  and  were  still 
"holding  the  fort."  A  time  of  rejoicing  we  had  upon 


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meeting.  They  insisted  upon  my  stopping  with  them, 
which  I  did  for  some  weeks.  They  were  members  of 
"the  Church  of  the  first-born,  written  in  heaven,"  and 
were  sweet  singers,  singing  with  ' '  the  spirit' '  and  ' '  the 
understanding."  Their  practice  was  to  visit  all  the 
churches  and  volunteer  as  good  soldiers  of  Christ  for 
singing,  prayer,  testimony,  etc.  Plain,  unpretending 
people  they  were,  yet,  the  Spirit  leading  them,  they  suc- 
ceeded in  doing  a  blessed  work  on  the  line  of 


HOLINESS, 

convicting  people  in  all  places  where  the}"  went  of  the 
necessity  of  obeying  the  command,  "Be  ye  holy,  for  I, 
the  Lord  your  God,  am  holy."  Cottage  meetings  were 
the  order  of  their  plans  for  my  coming,  and  these  dear 
ones  had  so  worked  that  through  their  invitations  many 
flocked  to  the  meetings  to  hear  the  Gospel  of  Jesus 
Christ  from  an  experimental  standpoint.  The  following 
is  taken  from 


THE  VANGUARD, 

published  under  date  of  April  30,  1890  : 

A  month  was  spent  in  Wyoming,  in  the  midst  of 
precious  revival  seasons  among  the  poor, — one  place  a 
log  cabin.  Just  before  meeting  on  a  stormy  evening  we 


130  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

saw  a  small  cloud  in  the  spiritual  horizon,  and  with  old- 
time  Methodist  impulse  we  stepped  up  to  a  lumber  pile 
near  the  cabin  and  drew  a  long  board  into  the  room, 
placing  it  in  the  center  upon  chairs.  Soon  the  seats  all 
around  the  wall  were  filled  with  representatives  from  the 
Methodist,  Baptist,  Presbyterian,  Congregational,  Episco- 
palian and  Swede  Churches,  and  some  who  were  not 
members  of  any  organization.  The  meeting  began  and 
progressed  in  a  fervent  spirit,  and  the  invitation  was 
given  to  all  who  wanted  every  wrong  in  their  hearts 
made  right  to  kneel  at  the  penitent  form.  All  but  one, 
a  Baptist  lady,  promptly  responded,  and  O,  what  a  vol- 
ume of  prayer  rose  as  the  Spirit  melted  us  into  oneness. 
Deep  conviction,  consecration  and  faith  followed  each 
other  in  quick  succession  as  Jesus  was  accepted  as  our 
Saviour  from  all  sin.  Tears  and  praises  were  commingled 
as  sanctification  by  faith  was  spoken  of  and  believed  for 
and  testified  to,  as  thus  we  asked  for  "the  old  paths." 
Great  power  and  blessing  flowed  from  heart  to  heart,  and 
we  truly  felt  that  Jesus  stood  "in  the  midst."  Finally 
the  lady  who  at  first  rejected  the  invitation  came  rushing 
out  and  knelt  and  prayed  aloud  for  a  full  salvation.  All 
soon  gathered  around  her  to  blend  their  supplications 
with  hers  for  this  crowning  grace. 

These  meetings  continued  one  month  in  Laramie  and 
suburbs.  During  the  daytime  we  went  from  house  to 
house  scattering  the  good  seed  of  the  Word.  Here  we 
found  many  forms  of  suffering, — wives  deserted,  weeping 


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in  hunger  and  in  loneliness,  with  little  helpless,  needy 
children  dependent  upon  them.  Others  were  sick  as  well 
as  poor.  Some  were  wealthy,  but  scoffing  at  the  offers 
of  mercy.  One  of  these,  a  minister's  daughter,  who 
ascribed  her  state  of  unbelief  to  her  father's  hypocrisy, 
we  won  over  to  the  faith  of  Jesus.  At  first  she  refused 
to  hear  us,  but  patient  love  won  the  day.  Hallelujah  ! 
In  Nebraska,  Iowa,  Ohio  and  New  York  this  blessed 
work  went  on,  and,  in  fact,  all  along  the  Union  Pacific 
Railway  line,  and  many  points  north  and  south  of  it.  In 
Council  Bluffs,  at  the  A.  M.-E.  Church,  we  were  favored 
in  presenting  the  Gospel  fresh  and  free  when  a  lady,  one 
of  the  most  wealthy  in  the  city,  said  to  us,  ' '  That  is  the 
kind  we  need  here."  Others,  with  the  Holiness  pastor, 
gladly  accepted  our  exhortation.  While  holding  a  meet- 
ing with  some  prisoners,  and  talking  to  a  minister's  son 
behind  the  iron  grates,  he  said  with  much  feeling  that 
he  was  willing  to  kneel  right  there  and  yield  up  to  God 
but  for  his  lack  of  confidence  in  Christians.  However, 
he  did  yield  to  some  extent  to  the  earnest  appeals  of 
some  sweet  Christian  workers,  as  we  held  on  by  faith  to 
rescue  this  dear  boy.  We  reminded  him  of  our  sorrow 
in  being  separated  from  him  by  the  bars,  and  told  him 
and  others  with  him  of  the  partition  which  was  then 
dividing  them  from  God,  and  of  the  sorrow  of  the  blessed 
Ivord  in  consequence,  and  told  them  how  willing  and 
able  He  was  to  remove  the  sins  which  separated  them 
from  Him,  if  they  would  only  ask  and  believe,  truly 


132  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

repenting  toward  God,  and  that  in  that  case  they  would 
be  infinitely  happy  even  in  prison.  And  then  we  sang  : 

"Were  a  dungeon  thy  dwelling 

My  home  it  would  be, 
For  its  gloom  would  be  sunshine 
If  I  were  with  Thee"  (Jesus). 

Assuring  them  that  such  was  the  intensity  of  joy  divine 
in  union  with  Jesus.  All  were  touched,  and  one  jdelded, 
and  the  dear  W.  C.  T.  U.  sisters  who  went  with  us  were 
sweetly  blessed.  A  goodly  number  of  meetings  were 
held  in  L,aramie  jails,  and  sweet  was  the  power  of  song 
by  the  dear  couple  referred  to,  as  those  dear  boys 
relented  and  hoped  for  a  better  life.  In  one  meeting 
Satan  was  so  angry  that  one  man  became  much  enraged. 
He  ran  wildly  up  and  down  the  aisles  around  the  cells, 
and  screamed  his  bitter  curses,  desiring  to  thrust  us 
through  if  he  only  had  a  dart.  We  went  on  praising, 
and  even  he  was  vanquished  and  sought  his  cell  in 
quietness.  Opportunities  offered  daily  in  all  places  where 
we  stopped, — churches,  street-cars,  saloons,  homes,  tem- 
perance unions  ;  and  thus  it  was  that  "  the  communica- 
tion of  our  faith  was  made  effectual. ' '  We  found  many 
members  of  Churches  who  were  cold  and  formal  and 
lifeless  ;  but  we  also  found  some  in  every  place  who  were 
zealous  workers,  all  aflame  with  the  theme  of  holiness, 
and  "who  shunned  not  to  declare  the  whole  truth."  At 
some 


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CAMP  MEETINGS 

power  was  given  us  every  time  we  spoke  or  testified  to 
sanctification.  O,  how  the  Lord  honors  this  most  lus- 
trous doctrine  when  spoken  from  the  heart,  or  lived  out 
in  the  life,  however  weak  the  instrument  thus  used  !  At 
Dodson,  Ohio,  we  addressed  about  one  thousand  persons 
in  a  tabernacle  meeting.  From  recent  dentistry  work 
my  mouth  was  sore  and  almost  destitute  of  teeth  ;  but 
the  brethren  heard  of  my  faith  and  desired  me  to  speak, 
taking  for  my  theme, 

SANCTIFICATION. 

I  had  a  fight  of  faith,  feeling  that  God  did  not  want  me 
to,  under  such  circumstances,  speak  to  such  a  large  audi- 
ence. But  I  was  willing  and  complied,  asking  the  Lord 
to  give  me  the  word  and  "fill  my  mouth."  It  seemed 
that  I  could  do  or  say  nothing,  and  so  I  threw  myself 
helplessly  upon  God,  wh6  hath  never  failed  me  in  time 
of  need.  And  while  sitting  in  a  carriage  with  dear 
Brother  and  Sister  Stoker,  of  Ohio,  who  took  me  to  the 
meeting,  all  at  once  the  passage  in  Thessalonians  came 
in  force  by  the  Spirit :  "This  is  the  will  of  God,  even 
your  sanctification  :  that  ye  might  abstain  from  fornica- 
tion :  that  every  one  of  you  might  possess  his  vessel  in 
honor  and  in  sanctification,  not  in  the  lust  of  concu- 
piscence as  do  the  Gentiles  :  that  no  man  go  beyond  and 
*n 


134  THE    VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

defraud  his  brother ;    for   God   hath  not  called  you  to 
uncleanness  but  unto  holiness. ' ' 

In  our  remarks  we  stated  that  all  along  the  line  from 
San  Francisco  to  that  place  we  had  found  many  who  were 
interested  in  the  subject,  making  inquiry  and  asking  the 
meaning.  Whatever  it  is  we  see  by  this  passage  that  it 
is  the  will  of  God  that  His  children  should  have  it.  Hence 
we  should  all  desire  it  for  that  reason,  that  "  His  will" 
might  be  done.  We  noticed,  also,  that  the  term  was 
synonymous  with  holiness  from  the  last  clause,  —  "for 
God  hath  not  called  you  unto  uncleanness,  but  unto 
holiness."  If  we  were  defining  the  term  we  would  say, 
it  is  death  of  self,  and  life  in  Christ.  It  seems  from  this 
Scripture  that  there  is  one  sin  which  can  only  be  over- 
thrown by  sanctification.  "  that  ye  might  abstain  from 
fornication"  Here  is  a  sin  which  the  emphatic  little 
word  ' '  that' '  in  the  text  shows  can  only  be  rooted  out  by 
the  blessing  which  makes  the  old  corrupt  man  go, — the 
blessing  of  sanctification.  This  sin  is  harldy  ever 
preached  against.  It  is  avoided,  and  yet  it  is  the  first, 
the  deepest,  the  direst  and  the  most  prevalent  at  this 
day.  The  L,ord  wants  a  clean  people,  a  people  who 
turn  not  "the  grace  of  God  into  lasciviousness,"  but  who 
will  have  the  power  to  ' '  possess  their  vessel  in  honor  and 
in  sanctification."  God's  purpose  of  grace  was  shown 
that  His  was  a  full  and  free  salvation,  and  no  half-hearted 
work  ;  that  in  one  hand  He  holds  out  pardon  and  in 
the  other  purity,  and  will  not  give  one  unless  we  are 


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willing  to  take  both.  An  appeal  was  made  to  all  who 
expected  to  get  to  heaven  to  make  the  necessary  prepara- 
tion and  to  cry  out : 

"  O,  that  I  might  at  once  go  up, 
No  more  this  side  of  Jordan  stay, 
But  now  the  land  possess, 
This  moment  end  my  legal  years, 
Sorrow  and  sin  and  doubts  and  fears, — 
A  howling  wilderness." 

The  few  remarks  on  social  purity  and  the  need  and 
the  remedy  were  followed  up  by  more  on  the  same  sub- 
ject from  the  evangelist  in  the  lead,  Brother  Brannen- 
burgh,  and  his  coworkers,  Sisters  Kalb  and  Smith,  and 
then  testimony  and  praise  and  song  began  to  God,  giving 
glory.  "  All  with  one  accord  "  seemed  the  order.  Many 
testified  to  the  inward  experience  of  this  blessed  grace, 
and  the  tide  of  Christian  testimony  rose  powerfully 
amidst  songs  of  victory  and  shouts  of  praise,  and  the 
band  on  the  platform  seemed  filled  with  holy  joy  as 
their  inspired  music  thrilled  the  vast  audience.  Some- 
times five  or  six  were  on  their  feet  at  once,  burning  with 
joyous  desire  to  own  God's  power  to  save,  singing : 

"  O,  wonderful  salvation, 
From  sin  He  sets  me  free, 
For  I  know  that  Jesus  saves  me, 
And  that's  enough  for  me." 

And  thus  it  is  that  the  Holy  Spirit's  power  comes  to 
honor  His  pure  doctrine  of  a  pure  heart  and  a  holy  life. 


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Hallelujah  !  The  ministry  and  all  saved  ones  should 
avail  themselves  of  this  glorious  privilege  and  be 
" entirely  sanctified,"  and  then  fall  in  line  and  swell  the 
grand  old  theme  of  ' '  holiness  unto  the  L,ord ' '  out  of 
hearts  full  and  overflowing  with  perfect  ' '  love  divine. '  > 
Amen  ! 

CLASS  MEETINGS. 

In  various  cities  these  blessed  retreats,  where  ' '  they  that 
feared  the  L,ord,  spake  often  one  to  another,"  were  found 
out,  visited  and  used  as  a  rare  privilege  of  doing  good 
by  "spreading  holiness  over  these  lands."  Once  and 
again,  over  and  over,  the  work  of  Jesus  in  cleansing 
from  all  sin  was  reminded  them,  some  of  whom  under- 
stood it  and  welcomed  the  testimonies  with  hearty  praises. 
Others  thanked  us  for  our  visits,  begging  us  to  sojourn 
with  them.  In  one  village  a  revival  broke  out  in  this 
way,  and  the  entire  class  desired  and  sought  the  blessing 
and  believed  with  great  joy.  A  dear  young  man  in  the 
Piqua  class,  as  also  others,  told  us  of  the  good  our  words 
had  done  them.  As  for  us  we  were  greatly  blessed  in 
the  midst  of  these  endearing  scenes,  and  the  childhood  days 
with  dear  father  and  mother  at  our  side  in  their  sheltering 
retreats  came  vividly  to  our  mind  with  sweetest  contem- 
plation ;  and  our  very  first  testimony — "  I  love  the  Lord 
because  he  hath  heard  my  voice  and  my  supplications"  — 
came  up  to  mind  once  more,  and  again  we  thanked  God 
for  the  training  He  had  vouchsafed  unto  us  in  our  early 


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years  by  these  dear,  dear  parents,  now  gone  on  before. 
Our  old  class  in  Troy,  Ohio,  was  visited  after  a  lapse  of 
many  years,  and  our  dear  friends  in  Jesus  greeted  our 
good  news  of  ' '  the  fullness  of  the  blessing  of  the  Gospel 
of  Christ"  with  much  warmth  of  love.  In  all  these  min- 
istrations, though  in  much  bodily  weakness,  we  realized 
the  fulfillment  of  the  promise  to  those  who  obey  the 
word, — 

"Go  YE." 

And  I  think  that  sanctified  people  should,  as  much  as 
possible,  do  this,  for  we  have  always  found  that  we  were 
not  without  honor,  except  in  our  own  house  and  in  our 
own  country.  But  one  sweet  thought  about  home  and 
home  work  comes  to  mind.  It  is  this  :  our  work  at  home 
may  and  is  more  opposed  and  less  honored,  but  it  also 
is  God's  work,  and  He  will  take  care  of  it  and  see  to  the 
results. 

AT  MY  MOTHKR-IN-LAW'S. 

In  September  I  reached  the  home  of  my  husband's 
mother,  where  my  two  stepsons  awaited  my  arrival. 
The  meeting  was  a  pleasant  one,  entered  into  with 
greatest  kindness  by  mother,  sons,  daughters  and  grand- 
children. This  was  highly  appreciated  after  our  brief 
stay  in  New  York  City,  where,  as  in  other  places,  we 
scattered  some  more  "seeds  of  kindness,"  with  the 
promising  results  of  hope  for  fruit  in  eternity.  One  case 


138  THE   VIE  W  OF  ROSES. 

was  that  of  a  boy  on  his  way  up  the  Hudson  to  attend 
school  at  Kingston.  I  believe  he  had  never  been  per- 
sonally dealt  with  about  his  soul.  As  he  and  I  braved 
the  wind-storm  outside  in  the  boat,  he  listened  atten- 
tively and  accepted  my  tracts  and  promised  to  lay  the 
matter  to  heart.  He  seemed  so  willing  to  hear  the  word, 
and  was  so  gentle  and  courteous  assisting  us,  that  we 
longed  after  him,  and  thought  of  the  one  of  whom  it 
was  written,  that  Jesus  "  beholding  him  loved  him." 
And  as  we  two  were  spared  in  that  storm  on  North  River 
that  caused  so  much  loss  to  others,  so  I  hope  we  will  be 
found  sheltered  together  in  the  Rock  of  Ages  on  the 
day  of  judgment.  The  surpassing  scenery  on  that  day's 
journey  up  to  the  Catskills,  and  the  sweet,  sweet  work 
for  Jesus,  harmonized  well  as  various  parties  of  travelers 
accepted  with  kind  appreciation  our  loving  words  and 
little  printed  sermons  on  Jesus'  dying  love.  After  a  six 
weeks'  visit  and  touring  in  this  lovely  region,  visiting 
meetings  and  speaking  in  testimony  and  in  exhortation 
on  the  themes  which  lay  nearest  to  our  heart,  reminding 
all  who  heard  of  the  importance  of  preparing  to  meet 
their  God,  we  bade  good-by  to  dear  ones,  and  my  hus- 
band's sons  Arthur,  Ken  and  I  started  for  Nevada. 
Stopping  the  first  evening  in  Albany,  we  had  another  op- 
portunity of  scattering  the  truth  as  it  is  in  Jesus,  and  of 
receiving  more  kindness  from  Him  through  dear  friends. 
Praise  the  L,ord  !  It  is  hoped  that  some  who  heard  us  in 
that  city  will  be  saved. 


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ACROSS  THE  CONTINENT 

and  home  again.  On  October  15,  1889,  leaving  Albany  we 
took  a  section  in  the  Phillips'  excursion  train  west  bound. 
We  started  in  the  midst  of  a  cold  rainstorm,  but  as  usual 
we  left  the  storm  behind,  and  the  main  trip  was  excellent 
as  to  weather,  and  withal  very  pleasant  to  me.  The  dear 
boys  had  made  up  their  minds  secretly  not  to  be  recon- 
ciled to  me,  but,  on  the  other  hand,  to  test  my  powers  of 
grace  to  the  utmost  extent.  To  this  end  they  would  let 
me  set  up  the  heavy  table  at  meal  time  and  do  all  the 
service.  When  night  came  and  they  went  to  their  berth 
above,  instead  of  walking  up  the  stepladder  in  an  orderly 
manner  they  would  step  on  the  lower  bed  and  then  reach 
up  and  take  hold  of  the  curtain  pole  and  swing  off  and 
land  all  in  a  tumble  in  thei*  berth,  and  so  on.  While 
they  had  no  word  of  conversation  for  me  they  were  very 
affable  to  all  others,  making  the  distinction  at  times  very 
painful  to  behold.  Bach  of  them  was  seen  at  the  card 
tables  to  my  trial.  Neither  of  them  had  ever  as  yet 
sought  the  Lord.  The  former  was  thirteen  and  the  latter 
sixteen  years  of  age.  They  knew  of  my  manner  of  life. 
The  adversary  seemed  determined  to  make  a  gulf  between 
me  and  them,  and  under  his  influence  they  seemed  to 
forget  or  to  distort  the  motives  which  led  to  years  of 
prayer  for  them,  accompanied  by  labors,  messages  and 
constant  tokens  of  disinterested  love  for  the  little  orphans 
in  the  distance.  Strange  to  say  all  these  things  seemed 


i4o  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

regarded  with  hatred  instead  of  love.  When  these  things 
were  revealed  to  me  I  would  go  off  into  the  dressing- 
room  and  kneel  and  pray  and  praise  and  supplicate  for 
them,  and  get  a  good  reward  of  tenderest  blessing.  One 
day  a  lady  in  the  train  came  into  our  car  where  we  were 
taking  dinner.  It  was  on  Sunday.  She  seemed  to  under- 
stand the  "salvation  look,"  and,  though  a  stranger  to 
me,  she  assured  me  that  she  knew  and  had  heard  me, 
and  desired  me  to  come  into  her  car  and  hold  a  meeting, 
promising  voluntary  financial  aid  for  the  'mission  work. 
The  dear  boys  poorly  covered  the  scorn  which  would 
show  upon  their  lips  at  such  times.  I  explained  to  her 
that  I  would  come  and  have  a  talk  with  her  after  dinner, 
which  I  did,  and  found  her  to  be  one  who  loved  the 
truth  and  those  who  held  it  forth.  Praise  services  were 
held  at  different  times  that  day  in  the  train,  and  ended 
up  at  nightfall  by  a  loud  volley  from  a  little  company  of 
Salvationists  who  halted  in  their  march  while  the  train 
stopped  in  one  of  the  Western  cities.  This  was  a  good 
day  to  us. 

O,  how  eagerly  the  people  reach  out  the  hand  of  faith 
to  accept  God's  blessed  gospel  when  it  is  offered  to  them 
fresh  and  hot  from  the  Spirit's  burning  power.  How 
they  gather  around,  so  hungry  and  so  earnestly  looking 
for  something  long  lost  to  satisfy  the  longings  of  their 
souls.  These  indeed  seem  like  little  things,  and  so  they 


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are,  but  who  can  compute  them  in  the  aggregate.     They 
are  like  the  verse  : 

"  Little  drops  of  water, 

Little  grains  of  sand, 
Make  the  mighty  ocean 
And  the  pleasant  land." 

Little  streamlets  of  love  run  through  the  green 
pastures  of  the  soul  almost  silently,  and  their  low  and 
sweet  music  strikes  the  ear  of  faith  and  sets  it  to  heaven's 
sweetest  melodies  : 

"  I  love  to  tell  the  story, 
'Twill  be  my  theme  in  glory, 
To  tell  the  old,  old  story 
Of  Jesus  and  His  love." 


MORE  NOTES  ON  THE  WAY. 

The  boys  were  so  averse  to  Christian  work  by  me  that 
I  often  did  my  distributing  when  they  were  not  present, 
thus  becoming  all  things  unto  them,  "  that  by  all  means 
they  might  be  saved."  No  weariness  to  me,  but  peace, 
joy,  love,  bringing  to  mind  the  stanza  of  the  Army 
song: 

"Joy,  joy,  wonderful  joy  ; 
Peace,  peace,  naught  can  destroy  ; 
Love,  love,  so  boundless  and  free,-  - 
All  this  the  Lord  is  to  me." 


142  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

Day  by  day  my  prayers  for  all  with  us  and  elsewhere 
ascended  to  the  throne,  and  my  nights  were  spent  in 
restful  and  refreshing  slumber,  under  the  wings  of  the 
protecting  spirit.  Praise  the  Lord  !  How  I  love  to  pour 
out  my  soul  in  adoration  to  Him  who  alone  is  worthy  of 
all  honor,  dominion,  blessing  and  glory.  Many  were 
the  conversations  held  with  the  travelers  to  the  land 
whence  no  traveler  returns.  The  narrow  way  became 
brighter  and  more  beloved,  though  at  times  the  attitude 
of  the  dear  children  to  me  commingled  some  real  sorrow 
with  all.  As  A.  B.  Simpson  says  in  "  Walking  in  the 
Spirit:" 

"  The  path  of  sorrow,  and  that  path  alone, 
Leads  to  the  land  where  sorrow  is  unknown  ; 
No  traveler  ever  reached  that  blessed  abode, 
Who  found  not  thorns  and  briars  in  the  road. 

But  all  these  are  occasions  to  prove  the  love  and  faithfulness  of 
God.  The  storm-cloud  is  but  the  background  for  the  rainbow,  and 
the  falling  teat  but  an  occasion  for  the  comforter  to  wipe  it  away. 

The  comfort  is  in  proportion  to  the  sorrow  ; 
There  is  an  equilibrium  of  joy  and  sorrow. 

As  the  sufferings  of  Christ  abound  in  us,  so  our  consolation  also 
abounds  in  Christ.  As  far  as  the  pendulum  swings  backward,  so 
far  it  swings  forward.  Every  trial  is  therefore  a  prophecy  of  bless- 
ing to  the  heart  that  walks  with  Jesus." 


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These  thoughts,  like  many  others  of  that  blessed  man, 
have  been  realized  oftimes  by  us  with  sweetest  draughts 
of  delight  in  our  inmost  depths.  Hallelujah  ! 

Thus  the  week  of  travel  across  the  continent  afforded 
varied  experiences  to  us  all,  and  all  were  made  to  par- 
ticipate in  the  mercies  of  a  prosperous  journey,  free  from 
accident  or  alarm.  On  Monday  evening,  October  22d, 
we  reached  Reno.  I  had  wired  to  husband  informing 
him  of  our  near  approach.  About  this  time  the  boys 
came  to  me,  and  taking  seats,  looked  quite  thoughtful.  I 
suggested  for  them  to  go  to  the  toilet-room  and  brush 
their  clothes  and  refresh  themselves.  Arthur,  always 
the  first  to  speak,  remarked,  "I  washed  this  morning." 
This  intelligence  was  hastily  followed  up  by  Ken,  who 
said,  "I'm  not  going  to  clean  up  till  I  get  home." 

I  understood  them,  and  answered  by  silence.  They 
soon  departed,  and  came  back  prepared  to  meet  their 
papa,  whom  they  had  not  seen  since  babyhood. 

The  train  stopped.  The  porter  handed  us  out,  and  a 
happy  meeting  soon  took  place,  whence  we  went  to  the 
hotel,  awaiting  our  home,  which  had  been  in  the  mean 
time  rented,  to  be  vacated. 

Now  began  a  fight  of  faith  on  a  new  line,  and  a  severe 
conflict  it  proved  to  be.  God  was  with  us,  and  victory 
came.  Soon  the  boys  were  starting  for  heaven,  at  least 
in  an  outward  way.  Slow  was  the  work,  but  to-day  we 
look  back  over  the  three  years  just  past  and  see  work 
which  we  believe  will  stand  in  eternity  and  prove  the 


144  THE   VIE  W  OF  ROSES. 

grace  of  our  dear  Lord.  The  profession  which  was  made 
at  first  was  not  as  real  and  deep  as  at  this  writing,  and 
we  are  asking  for,  working  for,  and  trusting  for,  better 
things  on  before. 

A  testimony  from  the  Vanguard,  published  in  St. 
Louis,  bearing  date  April  30,  1891,  will  show  something 
of  Arthur's  spiritual  status,  and  it  is  believed  he  is  still 
trusting  in  God. 

TESTIMONY. 

I  am  fourteen  years  old.  I  have  given  myself  to  God  and  His 
work.  I  was  taken  into  the  M.-E.  Church  in  full  connection  and 
baptized,  but  it  did  me  no  good.  Then  I  was  taken  sick  with  the 
typhoid  fever,  and  I  promised  God  if  He  would  restore  me  to  health 
I  would  serve  Him.  Then  I  got  well  and  went  along  in  my  old 
rut.  Every  little  while  my  promise  came  to  my  mind.  It  came 
to  me,  also,  that  "  He  that  covereth  his  sins  shall  not  prosper,  but 
whoso  confesseth  and  forsaketh  them  shall  find  mercy"  (Prov. 
xxviii :  13),  Then  I  confessed  my  sins  and  forsook  them,  and  I 
believe  Jesus  saves  me  from  all  my  sins.  Mother  and  I  go  out  in 
mission  work  together,  visiting  the  sick  and  the  poor,  and  dis- 
tributing tracts  to  the  passengers  on  the  trains.  We  are  sweetly 
blessed.  Praise  the  L,ord  !  Pray  for  me  that  I  may  prove  faithful. 
Yours,  in  Jesus'  name, 

C.  ARTHUR  PECK. 

From  Ken,  the  eldest  son,  we  have  just  received  a 
letter  full  of  contrition  and  a  hungering  after  God.  Now 
we  are  claiming  these  dear  children  for  Him  who  loves 
them  and  gave  Himself  for  them.  Dear  Jesus,  let  us  not 


THE  VTEW  OF  ROSES.  145 

be  disappointed  in  that  day  ' '  when  Thou  makest  up  Thy 
jewels,"  but  "spare  them  as  a  father  doth  a  son  who 
serveth  him."  Amen  ! 


A  CAI<I<  FROM  MISSIONARIES 

came  to  me  in  the  summer  of  1889,  to  collect  funds  to 
defray  the  expenses  of  some  workers  in  India,  Africa  and 
other  points.  While  I  had  always  given  my  mite  to  this 
and  other  good  causes,  it  seemed  a  hard  thing  to  ask  for 
money  from  others  right  in  the  place  where  one  lived  and 
suffered  persecution.  But  they  had  asked,  and  I  must 
obey.  So  down  on  my  knees  I  went  and  got  a  blessed 
start,  and  proceeded  at  once  on  my  errand  of  love.  The 
first,  a  neighbor,  a  Catholic,  was  called  upon.  A  bright 
piece  of  silver  was  placed  in  my  hands,  and  then,  at  my 
request,  a  mother  and  daughter  knelt  with  me,  and  Jesus 
stood  in  the  midst. 

Many  days  were  spent  in  this  way.  A  little  purse  was 
collected  and  sent  on,  and  it  is,  after  a  year,  a  blessed 
recollection  that  'some  dear  brethren  and  sisters  in  other 
lands  working  for  Jesus  were  helped  on  their  journey;  and 
much  good  came  to  the  donors,  some  of  whom  have  since 
themselves  engaged  in  mission  work.  One  name  promi- 
nent is  Miss  Eva  Quaiffe,  who  for  years  stood  at  the  head 
of  the  music  department  in  Whitaker  Hall,  Reno.  She  is 
now  in  a  training  home  for  Christians,  and  testifies  that 
"she  is  only  too  glad  to  work  for  God."  She  was 


146  THE  VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

one  of  the  happy  number  who  began  believing  for 
entire  sanctification  during  Brother  Newton's  meetings 
in  Nevada. 

Too  much  cannot  be  said  right  here  about  the  good 
influence  of  those  meetings,  the  fruits  of  which  are 
ripening  into  precious  spiritual  fruit.  Others  of  the 
donors  have  since  given  liberally  to  other  good  causes, 
and  are  learning  rapidly  the  science  of ''giving,"  and 
some  precious  souls  of  that  number  are  to-day  looking 
unto  Jesus  with  a  hope  of  heaven,  and  have  subscribed 
for  Christian  journals,  and  are  regular  attendants  at  the 
Army  meetings.  Glory  to  God  ! 

HOLINESS  LITERATURE. 

Under  trying  circumstances  the  Spirit  has,  from  time 
to  time,  when  work  in  other  channels  seemed  blocked  up, 
led  us  to  go  from  house  to  house  taking  subscriptions  for 
salvation,  holiness  and  faith  journals,  and  similar  litera- 
ture in  book  form.  This  we  believe  to  have  done  a  vast 
amount  of  good.  Hundreds  of  avenues  have  in  this  way 
been  opened  up,  the  influence  of  which  extended  thous- 
ands of  miles  away.  Some  would  sign  for  friends  in  the 
distance. 

A  dear  young  girl  led  a  meeting  last  night  in  the  Sal- 
vation Army  who  in  this  way  read  her  first  religious 
news  in  Martin  Wells  Knapp's  "  Revivalist,"  and  books. 
The  dear  girl  referred  to  has  just  been  converted.  She 


THE  VIE  W  OF  ROSES.  147 

has  for  years  been  a  neighbor,  and  the  subject  of  our 
prayers.  Praise  the  Lord !  Many  similar  instances 
might  be  enumerated,  and  this  little  line  of  work  has 
never  been  so  widely  extended  as  at  the  present  writing. 

"THE  GUIDE  TO  HOLINESS," 

by  Palmer  &  Hughes,  has  now  found  its  way  to  a  num- 
ber of  homes  in  Reno.  The  Pacific  War  Cry  has  a  large 
circulation.  The  Vanguard,  of  the  F.  M.  Church,  and 
countless  other  good  things,  come  to  this  place  in  our 
daily  mails,  thus  agitating  precious  souls  all  about  us  to 
the  necessity  of  preparing  for 

ETERNITY. 

The  immense  amount  of  evil  literature  which  is  con- 
stantly sowed  abroad  over  the  land  demands  a  mighty 
counteraction  on  this  line  of  work  for  God.  It  is  hoped 
that,  as  people  will  read,  the  Holy  Spirit  may  supply  them 
with  such  reading  matter  as  will  lead  them  to 

GOD'S  WORD, 

there  to  anchor  their  souls  for  eternity.  This  end  is 
being  reached.  The  word  is  being  exalted,  and  O,  that 
every  one  who  reads  it  may  ask  for  the  Holy  Spirit  to  teach 
them  and  make  it  vital  to  their  hearts,  remembering  the 


148  THE  VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

words  of  our  Saviour  :  "  If  ye,  being  evil,  know  how  to 
give  good  gifts  unto  your  children,  how  much  more 
shall  the  Father  which  is  in  heaven  give  the  Holy  Spirit 
to  them  that  ask  Him  ?"  This  is  what  the  people  every- 
where— all  classes — need  ;  the  word  made  ' '  quick  and 
powerful  to  them,  sharper  than  any  two-edged  sword." 
It  is  by  the  spirit  alone  that  they  can  realize  that  the 
word  of  God  is  "spirit  and  life ;"  that  it  is  "  the  power 
of  God  unto  salvation  to  every  one  that  believeth."  We 
can,  it  is  true,  speak  to  the  outer  ear,  but  only  God  can 
speak  to  the  inner  consciousness,  and  awaken  from  the 
dead  the  millions  of  precious  blood-bought  souls,  who 
cry  for  the  "peace  "  He  alone  can  give,  and  the  fullness 
of  joy  which  is  realized  only  in  his  presence. 

Dear   Lord,  speed   on   this   blessed   consummation  of 
union  with  Thy  bride — Thy  ransomed  church.     Amen  ! 

STRENGTH  OP  MUSCLE 

is  increased  by  muscular  exercise,  so  spiritual  power  is 
increased  by  work  for  God.  The  sweet  "secret"  is  to 
be  found  by  abiding  in  Him,  and  in  this  "abiding"  we 
are  learning  more  and  more  the  meaning  of  His  words  to 
us  when  first  he  betrothed  us  unto  him,  and  so  by  this 
union  strength  came  daily  as  we  have  had  need.  Like  a 
springing  fountain  the  fullness  has  flowed  out  through 
all  our  being.  c '  Here  am  I ' '  has  been  the  one  cry  of 
our  hearts  as  we  saw  openings  for  work  in  the  seed- 


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THE  VIEW  OF  ROSES.  149 

sowing  and  in  the  harvest  of  souls.  As  a  result  of  the 
holiness  work  the 

SALVATION  ARMY 

have  entered  the  fields  of  Nevada  through  the  direct 
work  of  dear  Sister  S.  McConnaughy  and  others.  A  large 
corps  has  been  formed,  and  additions  are  going  on.  Dear 
husband  and  I  for  years  have  sympathized  with  their 
aggressive  and  self-denying  warfare  on  sin,  and  our 
desires,  formed  when  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Booth  first  opened  up 
their  independent  soul-saving  work  in  Kngland,  have 
been  realized  by  the  privilege  of  sharing  their  labors,  in  a 
very  humble  relation,  for  some  years  past,  insomuch  that 
after  much  prayer  and  consideration  we — my  husband 
and  I — were,  on  September  22d,  admitted  into  the  Sal- 
vation Army,  under  the  flag,  reconsecrating  ourselves  to 
God  with  a  fresh  impulse  springing  up  within  us  for  an 
increase  of  "seed  to  the  sower"  and  "bread  for  our 
food,"  beseeching  Him  to  "accept  us  in  the  beloved," 
and  overshadow  us  in  the  future  as  He  hath  in  the  past. 
We  hope  ever  to  remember  that  our  dear  Jesus  hath 
come  forth  as  the 

"CAPTAIN  OF  THE  HOSTS  OF  THE  LORD," 

and  that  our  fighting  henceforth  is  to  be  under  the  ban- 
ner of  "holiness  unto  the  Lord,"  which  is  even  now 
thrilling  a  lost  world  as  the  millenial  dawn  ushers  in 


150  THE  VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

and  "  righteousness  covers  the  earth  as  the  waves  cover 
the  sea."  It  is  this  "power  of  an  endless  life"  forcing 
its  way  up  and  out  of  the  death  of  the  carnal  nature, 
nurtured,  sustained,  matured  and  preserved  by  power 
divine,  that  is  to  be  the  secret  of  the  coming  glory. 
Glory  to  God  !  Jesus  speaks  !  The  Holy  Spirit  moves  ! 
The  Father  loves  !  and  all  are  uniting  gloriously.  And 
the  true  saints  of  God  are  by  the  Spirit's  power  passing 
the  blessed  watchword  of  ' '  perfect  love  ' '  all  along  the 
line.  Sinners  are  yielding,  recruits  are  enlisting,  com- 
panies are  forming,  marching  orders  are  being  given, 
volleys  of  praise  are  ascending.  Let  every  true  soldier 
of  our  Lord  Jesus  look  unto  our  Great  Commander,  in 
whom  we  trust,  and 

"Put  on  the  whole  armour  of  God,  that  ye  may  be  able  to  stand 
against  the  wiles  of  the  Devil. 

"For  we  wrestle  not  against  flesh  and  blood,  but  against  princi- 
palities, against  powers,  against  the  rulers  of  the  darkness  of  this 
world,  against  spiritual  wickedness  in  high  places. 

"Wherefore  take  unto  you  the  whole  armour  of  God,  that  ye 
may  be  able  to  withstand  in  the  evil  day,  and  having  done  all  to 
stand. 

"Stand,  therefore,  having  your  loins  girt  about  with  truth,  and 
having  on  the  breastplate  of  righteousness  ; 

' '  And  your  feet  shod  with  the  preparation  of  the  Gospel  of 
peace. 

"Above  all,  taking  the  shield  of  faith,  wherewith  ye  shall  be 
able  to  quench  all  the  fiery  darts  of  the  wicked. 

"  And  take  the  helmet  of  salvation,  and  the  sword  of  the  spirit, 
which  is  the  word  of  God. 

(Eph.  vi :  11-17.) 


THE  VIE  W  OF  ROSES.  151 

"And  the  very  God  of  peace  sanctify  you  wholly :  and  I  pray 
God  your  whole  spirit,  soul  and  body  be  preserved  blameless  unto 
the  coming  of  our  L/ord  Jesus  Christ. 

"  Faithful  is  He  that  calleth  you  who  also  will  do  it." 

(Thess.  v:  23,  24.) 

ROBED  AND  RESTING. 
Tune:  "He  Will  Hide  Me." 

BY   F.    M.    PECK. 

Once  I  was  away  from  Jesus, 

Drifting  on  the  billows'  foam, 
And  my  bark  was  almost  dashing 

On  the  rifted  rocks  alone. 

CHORUS. 
Jesus  saves  me,  yes,  He  saves  me, 

Gives  me  grace  for  every  hour  ; 
Jesus  keeps  me,  yes,  he  keeps  me, 

By  His  ever  living  power. 

Jesus  found  me  poor  and  needy, 

Took  me  in  His  tender  care, 
Brought  me  to  His  royal  palace, 

Made  me  welcome  to  a  share. 

Jesus  put  new  robes  upon  me, 

Robes  of  pure  and  spotless  white  ; 

And  my  soul  that  sat  in  darkness 
He  hath  changed  to  sit  in  light. 

Now  I  am  no  longer  drifting  ; 

I  am  rescued  from  the  wave, 
Still  upon  life's  ocean  sailing, 

Giving  only  Jesus  praise. 


152  THE  VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

Safe  in  Jesus  now  I'm  resting  ; 

In  the  rifted  Rock  I'll  hide, 
Till  I've  passed  beyond  the  Jordan 

Of  death's  cold  and  chilling  tide. 


JESUS  CALLS. 

"  Come  unto  me  all,  ye  that  labor  and  are  heavy  laden,  and  I  will 
give  you  rest. 

"Take  my  yoke  upon  you,  and  learn  of  me  ;  for  I  am  meek  and 
lowly  in  heart :  and  ye  shall  find  rest  unto  your  souls. 

"  For  my  yoke  is  easy,  and  my  burden  is  light." 

(Matt,  xi :  28-30.) 

O,  sinner,  come  to  Jesus, 

Make  haste  and  come  "to-day  ;" 
Your  time  is  swiftly  gliding, 

There's  danger  in  delay. 

Why  will  you  slight  His  mercy  ? 

His  spirit  moves  you  now. 
O,  grieve  Him  not,  I  pray  you, 

Repent,  believe  just  now. 

His  yoke  you'll  find  most  easy, 

His  burden  very  light  ; 
Come  wash  your  garments  in  His  blood, 

And  walk  with  Him  in  white. 

Then  gird  His  sword  upon  you, 

And  forth  to  battle  go, 
To  slay  the  wrong,  defend  the  right, 

And  conquer  every  foe. 


THE  VIE  W  OF  ROSES.  153 

He's  calling  now  for  soldiers, 

For  loyal  heart  and  true  ; 
His  service  is  most  blessed, 

And  fraught  with  honor  too. 

I  love  to  live  for  Jesus, 

Because  He  died  for  me  ; 
He  fills  my  soul  with  peace  and  joy, 

From  sin  He  sets  me  free. 


THE  Two  BLESSINGS. 

Wherefore  let  him  that  thinketh  he  standeth  take  heed,  lest  he 
fall  (i  Cor.  x  :  12). 

In  the  blessing  of  pardon,  or  "justification  by  faith," 
or  "the  washing  of  regeneration,"  or  "the  heart 
sprinkled  from  an  evil  conscience,"  or  "  forgiveness  of 
sins,"  which  are  all  synonymous  terms,  the  happy  one 
for  a  time  seems  satisfied,  and  really  "  thinks  "  that  he 
stands.  And  no  wonder,  for  he  feels  so  clean,  so  sweet, 
so  pure,  so  bright  and  so  peaceful.  But,  after  all,  he  is 
but  a  little  child.  He  has  just  been  "  born  of  the  spirit." 
I  say  again,  he  is  only  a  child.  He  "  speaks  "  as  such 
and  "  understands  "  as  such.  This  is  a  gate  to  be  gone 
through.  "  Except  ye  be  converted  and  become  as  little 
children  ye  shall  not  enter  into  the  kingdom  of  heaven" 
(Matt,  xviii  :  3).  Paul  makes  a  distinction,  as  do  all  who 
receive  both  blessings.  Hence,  in  Romans  v  he  speaks 
of  "  this  grace  wherein  we  stand."  Not  think  we  stand, 
but  stand.  In  the  first  case,  there  is  still  lodged  within 


154  THE   VIEW  OF  ROSES. 

the  soul  a  great  evil,  the  "carnal  mind,"  which  is 
"  enmity  against  God,  for  it  is  not  subject  to  the  law  of 
God,  neither  indeed  can  be"  (Rom.  viii  :  7).  This,  also, 
must  be  destroyed  "  by  faith,"  at  which  period  in  the 
Christian  walk  the  saved  one  has  the  "  witness  of  God, 
the  spirit,"  who  also  hath  wrought  the  work  from  the 
beginning — carrying  it  forward — that  his  ' '  love  is  made 
perfect,"  his  "  heart  purified  by  faith,"  his  soul  "  renewed 
in  the  image  of  God.' '  Now,  when  this  great  work  of 
God  takes  place,  the  sanctified  one  knows  that  he  "stands,' 
and  he  rejoices  in  hope  of  the  glory  of  God  ;  and  not  only 
so,  but  he  glories  in  tribulation  also,  knowing  that  trib- 
ulation worketh  patience,  and  patience  experience,  and 
experience  hope  ;  and  hope  maketh  not  ashamed,  because 
the  love  of  God  is  shed  abroad  in  his  heart  by  the  Holy 
Ghost  given  unto  him.  "  Therefore,  being  justified  by 
faith,  we  have  peace  with  God  through  our  Lord  Jesus 
Christ,  by  whom  also  we  have  access  by  faith  into  this 
grace,  wherein  we  stand"  (Rom.  v  :  i,  2). 


